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Author’s note: It would be advantageous to those reading this to read the first two chapters as they set the background to this latest edition.

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Jill had made her own way home that night, I don’t think I could have sat and drove my car anywhere. I didn’t sleep much that night either; I kept turning over in my sleep on to my back and of course my bum. I had to apply the cream to myself a couple of times during the night, thank god I wasn’t going to work that day, I don’t think I could have drove let alone sat in my chair all day. Jill phoned me just after eight that morning to see how I was getting on at work; she was a bit annoyed when I told her I was still at home lying on my stomach naked from the waist down watching TV. “I’ll get you back for that!” she said.

“That sounds interesting.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Look forward to it. What time do you want me to pick you up?”

“Half seven”

“Ok, see you later.”

I put on a pair of loose fitting boxers and made my way down stairs wondering what would happen that night.

I picked her up at half seven and drove us back to the house. She hadn’t asked how my bum was on the drive back, in fact she made no mention at all about the events of the night before, that changed however as soon as the I closed the door to the house. “How’s your bum?” she asked.

“Not too bad, I catch it once in a while and it stings a little but that’s about it.”

“Let’s see how it is.”

We went up stairs to my room and I carefully dropped my pants and shorts. “Still quite red” she said.

“Yeah and still a little painful.”

“Want some more cream on before we go out?”

“Might help.”

“Ok lye on the bed.”

I lay face down on the bed while she got the cream and started to rub it in, as she finished I felt her take my pants and shorts off completely and looked back at her. She smiled and reached into her bag, “I was sort of exciting seeing you wearing my knickers last night, I thought you might like to wear these” she said as she pulled out a pair of white silk knickers from her bag and started to put them on me. As she pulled them up my legs I started to get hard, I lifted myself up so she could finish putting them on, the feeling of them against my bum and cock was great. She rubbed my bum through them and as I got up quickly gave my cock a squeeze. “Ok if I’m to wear your knickers you can wear a pair of my shorts.” I said as I reached out and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. She stepped out of them and I started to pull down her knickers. She stood there waiting as I reached into a draw and pulled out a clean pair of shorts. As I put them on her I couldn’t resist drawing a finger the length of her lips, they were slick with her juices and I brought it to my mouth and licked it clean before I finished pulling them and then her jeans up, giving her a kiss as I re-fastened them. “Ready for the pub then?”

“Yeah” she said as she picked up her knickers and placed them on the bedside table. “I’ll need them in the morning.”

The first hour in the pub was ok, we talked about what’s been happening at work and things in general. At one point she slipped her had behind me and rubbed my bum. I looked at her as to say come on behave. She smiled that mischievous smile of hers and went to the bathroom. It gave me a minute or two to settle myself down and take a drink. Escort Bayan Jill returned and we went outside for a smoke. We were on our own, no ears or eyes watching us, “how do they feel on?”

“What?”

“You know, my knickers.”

“Great how about my shorts?”

“Not bad.” She replied as she moved closer and patted my bum, she quickly looked round then slipped her hand under my jeans and knickers and rubbed my bare bum “behave or I will have to spank you again.”

“What right now?” she said with that grin on her face. This time I quickly looked round, seeing the coast was clear I quickly sat down pulled her over my knee and delivered two quick slaps to each of her cheeks and let her up “now behave!” I said “if this weren’t our local you’d have got more than just the two. Come on lets go back inside.” We went back inside as the group started to play I wasn’t much interested I was thinking what we were going to do later. As the group started their second number I felt her had again slip under my jeans and the knickers I was wearing rubbing my bum. I looked at her and decided two can play at this game so I did the same to her only I went a little further and maneuvered my fingers so my middle finger was pressing against her sphincter. The look on her face told me this had her going. “Come on, let’s change pubs for a while.”

We finished our drinks and started to walk to the next pub. It was dark now and I knew a place on our route that was both quiet and secluded. As we approached the place I pulled her in and around the corner and kissed her as I backed her up against the wall. I wanted to know how wet she was so I unbuttoned her jeans and slipped my hand inside. She was soaking wet, my fingers played with her clit as we kissed. I wasted no more time, I pulled down her jeans and she stepped out of one leg and I dropped mine and pulled the knickers to one side allowing my cock to spring free. Lifting her up she pulled the shorts to one side and guided my cock into her waiting pussy. We fucked hard and fast, god I couldn’t get enough of her she was riding me hard we both knew we could get caught (thought the chances were remote) but that just added to the excitement of it all, I could feel her getting close to climax and as she got there I pumped my seed deep inside her.

We arrived at the pub a few minutes later ordered our drinks and sat down, “that was amazing” she said.

“Yes it was.”

Half an hour later we finished our drinks and returned to our local and stayed there until our normal time and left.

The minute I closed and locked the door she was all over me her hand went straight to my bum and she started to rub it, first through my jeans and then she forced them down the back of my jeans and onto my bare cheeks. I did the same to her, we stood there for a few minutes feeling each other then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Once there I slowly undressed her till she was stood in only the shorts. She then undressed me till I was stood in only those white silk knickers. I sat down on the bed and pulled her over my knee and gave her five quick spanks on each cheek, just enough to warm her bum then I lifted her off and pulled down the shorts and placed her on the bed. I kissed her hard on the mouth and then started to work my way down her body, first taking in each nipple, sucking them till they were hard, then down to her stomach and finally down to Bayan Escort the top of her pussy. I kissed her all round her pussy but never once did I touch it, it was driving her mad, I kissed down her right leg then back up her left taking my time when I reached her knees, I lifted her leg so I could lick and kiss the back of her knees, (don’t ask me why but I have always found the back of a girls knees a turn on). Finally I traced my tongue along the length of her pussy to her clit and let it linger there for a moment or two before plunging it into her sopping wet hole. I fucked her with my tongue for a while before moving up to her clit only I filled her pussy with two of my fingers as I did so. I drove my fingers deeper inside her as she reached up and started to pull down the knickers I was wearing freeing my cock. She maneuvered herself so she could take me into her mouth and began to suck, we were now in a 69 position. I lifted her legs up and parted her cheeks and trailed my tongue from her pussy to her anus and back again. The first time I touched her anus she sucked on harder on my cock, I put my thumb in her pussy and when it was completely covered in her juices I slipped it into her bum. I fucked her bum with my thumb as my mouth and tongue played with her pussy and clit, I could tell she was getting close to orgasm and knew one thing would drive her over the edge. I raised my hand and delivered two spanks to her bum, one to each cheek and she came hard into my mouth and thumb, in that same instance she sucked hard on my cock and I exploded in her mouth.

I woke early the following morning. Jill had her back to me, her body tight against mine. I could feel the crack of her bum against my cock and immediately started to get hard. I knew Jill was a late sleeper at the weekend so I slid out of bed, put a robe on and went down stairs. A little while later I heard her get up, I was in the kitchen when she came down in one of my shirts and a pair of knickers. “Hello sleepy” I said, “what you doing up so early?”

“Felt you get up and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“Want anything to eat or drink?”

“Orange Juice if you have any.”

I poured us both a glass of juice and sat at the table opposite her. “What you want to do today?”

“Can we go out somewhere?”

“Sure where would you like to go?”

“Some where miles from anywhere or any one.”

“Ok, sure you don’t want anything to eat before we go?

“Yeah, we can get something later, I’m gonna get a shower and get dressed.”

“Ok let me know when your done and I’ll do the same.”

A little while later she called me to say she was out of the shower so I went up, showered and shaved. When I got to the bedroom to get dressed she was already down stairs, the knickers and shorts we had worn the night before were we left them on the floor but the knickers she had left to change into today were still on the chair where she had left them.

As I walked into the living room she said “ready to go then?”

“Yeah.” I replied “just got to check something first” and with that I walked over to her, undid her jeans and saw she was wearing another pair of my shorts. I smiled at her as I did up her jeans, turned her round and lightly tapped her bum, “ready to go.”

An hour later we found ourselves a quiet spot miles from nowhere and very unlikely to be disturbed. We sat on the grass surrounded by trees and I Escort waited “You know why I wanted to come out here?” she said.

“No but I have a feeling your gonna tell me.”

“You know when were where between pubs last night, well the chance of getting caught really turned me on, now I want to combine that with getting spanked too.”

“You sure about this Jill, you know he will be back tomorrow and your bum would be red for at least two days.”

“Yeah” she said getting up “now if you can catch me you can spank me.” With that she took off.

It took me a little while to catch her but as I put her over my knees and landed the first spank she was giggling. I hadn’t taken her jeans down yet so after ten spanks on each check I stood her up and then undid her jean and pulled them down, she kicked of her shoes so I could remover them completely and as I did so she took off again. Another ten minutes of trying to catch her and she was over my knees yet again. I delivered another 20 spanks to each check and stood her up again hooked my fingers into the sides of the shorts and slowly pulled them down to her ankles. I didn’t expect her to bolt this time as she would be completely naked from the waist down but as she stepped out of them off she went again. It was a sight to see her running round the clearing in just her top her pink bum open to the elements, but I knew I had to catch her so off I set after her. It took me a while but after a brief chase she was again across my knees. I landed ten hard spanks on each check then let her rest. “Jill how far do you want to go with this?”

“What do you mean?”

“How far do you want to go, do you want me to spank you till you cry again or what?”

“Till I start to cry then fuck me till I scream.”

“Ok you dirty mouthed little girl” I said as I slapped her hard on the left check, then the right, slow deliberate spanks. After ten her bum had changed from pink to red and she had started to sniffle. After ten more spanks to each check she started to cry.

I picked her up and put her on all fours, dropped my pants and started to fuck her with slow, deliberate strokes. I reached up under her shirt and started to play with her nipples which elicited a deep moan. My cock was covered with her juices so I pulled out and rubbed my cock all over her bum. I dipped my cock back into her pussy and got it covered again only this time when I withdrew I spread her checks apart and rubbed it along the crack as I did so I placed my thumb in her pussy and once covered in her juices I plunged my cock back into her. As I withdrew I placed my thumb at the entrance to her bum and as I pushed my cock back into her I pushed my thumb into her bum. I fucked her pussy with my cock and her bum with my thumb and she was loving it. I pounded her hard and fast and as I did so I wondered if she would let me fuck her bum with my cock and decided to give it a try. I withdrew my cock from her pussy but kept fucking her bum with my thumb. Slowly I withdrew my cock and placed it at the opening to her bum and slowly eased in.

“Oh my god!” she cried “fuck my bum” and not needing to be asked twice that’s exactly what I did alternating from long slow strokes to short quick stabs. We were both getting to the point of orgasm and as hers hit her she screamed out loud “Oh fuck yes I’m cumming!” and as she did so, so did I. The first lot I shot up her bum the rest I sprayed over her red bum. As she came down from her orgasm she reached round and rubbed my cum into her checks as what I had shot up her bum slowly seeped out and down onto the ground. She looked at me with a satisfied grin on her face and then lay down on the grass bum in the air.

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I met Kim in high school and have been attracted to her ever since. She knew how much I liked her but she never gave me the chance. She liked teasing me. Now, five years later, I’m her sex slave.

It started a few months ago with daily chat sessions. These consisted of me jerking off while she watched. Sometimes she’d let me cum, sometimes she’d deny me my orgasm. After a couple weeks of this we started meeting in person. I would go over to her place and strip completely nude. Most of the time she would wear regular clothes but sometimes it was something sexy, like a corset and stockings, with me always nude.

Our first meeting together she shaved me completely bald. After I was shaved she made humiliating remarks about my bald state. How I looked like a little boy with my ‘widdle penis’ as she put it. She said I looked cute all hairless and smooth. As she said that I started getting hard.

“Oh, you like me making fun of your penis?” She said with a grin. I just stood there with my cock throbbing in the air.

It went on like this for about a month before she told me we were gonna try something knew. She said I would go one month without an orgasm, but after one month, I only got the chance to cum, there was no guarantee. I would have to be a very good boy the entire month, and absolutely no cumming. She said the last part with a giggle.

“Now make me cum pussy boy.” She said as she pushed my face into her pussy. After I had made her cum about eight times, she was satisfied and sent me home with a raging hard on.

The first month went by incredibly slowly. During that time, I would go to Kims house every couple of days. I would clean her place, cook her dinner, and massage her back and feet while she watched TV. After that she would have me eat her out till her hearts content. I would be nude the entire time and my cock would be rock hard and dripping pre cum. She always smiled at me when I’d walk around her apartment nude, cock bobbing in the air. Some days I’d go over her and she’d tie me to her bed, spread eagle. She would shave me, which would leave me rock hard, then playfully toy with my cock. She would bring me to the edge of orgasm and always stop right before I’d cum. When she was tired of this she’d climb on top and straddle my face. My chin would be covered in her cum at the end of these sessions, and I’d always be sent home with a throbbing hard on. After two and a half weeks into my first month, I was at her place cooking dinner. It was about five o’clock. I was in the kitchen and heard the front door open and someone come in. I could hear Kim say “Hi Carla,” Carla? Oh no, I thought, she can’t mean Carla from school. I felt very awkward then. Carla was a friend of Kims from school who I had a little crush on back then. I had no chance of not being seen as I was in the kitchen cooking, not to mention completely naked and shaved. I stood there thinking about it when Carla suddenly entered the kitchen.

“Hi Escort Bayan Slave,” she said to me. She opened the fridge and got some wine. She smiled at me, then her eyes went to my crotch and she smiled even more.

“How’s it going?” She said. I didn’t say anything and Kim joined us from the living room.

“Slave, I believe you’ve met Carla before,” She smiled at me. Yes I replied. “Yes Mistress.” She corrected me.

“Yes Mistress.” I bleakly said.

“We’ll have to work on that,”

“I like how he’s shaved,” Carla said to Kim. “Do you always keep him like that?”

“Yes,” Kim replied, “Always shaved and hairless, like a little boy. Doesn’t he look like a little boy?”

“Mm Hmm, but his balls are huge, they look so full.” They talked as I continued to cook, not being apart of their conversation but being humiliated and embarrassed.

“They’re full of hot sticky cum that he would love to spew out but no, that would make too much mess right now,” The girls erupted in laughter and went back into the living room.

After dinner I massaged both their feet. They giggled at my rock hard condition and made jokes about it’s size. Then it was time that Carla received my real services. While I was going to town on Carla’s shaved box, Kim went to work on my ass. First she plugged it with a butt plug, which I soon found out vibrated, and then started spanking my ass with a paddle. Every now and then Kim would tickle my hairless scrotum. She would give my cock a quick stroke or two and then slap my balls. The whole area was sensitive and it felt like torrents of jizz would ejaculate if only I could cum. I was so close to cumming but there was no way I would. After Carla was satisfied (and she was- she left a huge wet spot on the couch, which turned me on even more), she stood up, weak kneed, and went to the bathroom. Kim took the plug out of my ass. She had me kneel on the floor and locked my hands behind my back. She put a blind fold over my eyes then sat on the couch, pussy facing me. I couldn’t see anything. Carla came back from the bathroom. She got down next to Kim and I could hear the juicy sound of something going in and out of Kims cunt. My cock started to grow again. Carla must have hit the right spot because Kim suddenly cried out and squirted all over my chest and groin. My cock was bobbing in the air and was covered in hot sweet girl juice, courtesy of Kim. They uncuffed me and took off the blindfold. They were getting dressed and I was ordered to clean up the place. My cock stayed hard for a long time after that.

“What are we going to do with that thing, it looks like its gonna set off,” Kim said.

“Ice him?”

“Yes, and something else,” Kim said. I had a pretty good idea what she meant. Five minutes later I was tied to the bed with a bag of ice on my cock. My cock eventually softened and went completely limp. My heart jumped when Kim and Carla appeared Bayan Escort in the doorway. They had wicked grins.

I was right; my cock was secured in a chastity device. It was a CB-3000 Kim told me as she untied me. She had the only keys.

“It makes his balls look even bigger!” Carla said. “Oh but they’ll get even bigger by next week,” Kim said as they laughed at my incredibly horny state.

I didn’t see Carla again until a week and a half later, on the day of my big chance to cum. I showed up at Kims house at one o’clock. I was stripped nude, then cleaned her place. After I was finished she brought me into her bedroom and tied me to the bed. She shaved me bald, then without hesitation sat on my face. After about five or so orgasms she got up and told me if I remembered what today was. Yes Mistress I replied. She told me how I was a very good boy this month and that she had a surprise for me. She untied and led me to the living room. She had a small table set up, which she had me kneel on in the doggy position. She locked my ankles and wrists to the corners. Then she blind folded me. I was set up so my ass faced the couch. It seemed like the room had been set for an audience to come see me.

“Here’s your big chance to cum,” Kim said and I heard her shaking up two dice. “A roll of seven or eleven and you cum, any other number, tough luck.” I heard her roll the dice. I didn’t even get to see what the dice said. “Aww, too bad for you pussy boy, it looks like you’ll have to wait another month.”

Then I heard the door open and several girls coming in. I started to panic. Here I was, tied up and on display right in the living room. Kim got up and instructed me to get my face down, ass up. I complied and as she left the room she spanked my ass, hard. She greeted the other girls, which sounded like five or six of them. I heard them come into the living room. I heard all their comments but had no idea what they looked like. I was very small in my CB and they all made fun of that. I recognized Carla’s laughter. I was horrified and I thought it couldn’t get any worse. But it did.

“As you can see girls, this is my sex slave,” Kim said. The girls couldn’t hold in their giggling and laughing. “I’ve denied him orgasms for this entire month and he’s taken it pretty well,”

“His balls look huge,”

“Yes, that’s true and in a minute, as you’re all about to see, I’m going to empty those balls…while denying his orgasm. How exactly? Have any of you heard of prostate milking?”

Some of the girls had heard of it, some had not. One said she knew what it was but had never seen it. When she said that I began to panic. I’d never been milked before and I was going to be milked in front of her girl friends. I felt Kim behind me and lube being rubbed into my asshole.

“The prostate is a gland found inside the rectum. When a man hasn’t ejaculated in a long enough time, you can massage it Escort and force semen out, which drips out of the cock,” My cock at this point started to get hard. I heard someone say “He’s getting hard, well, kind of,” and laughed.

“Yes,” Kim said, “He can’t really get hard, or cum for that matter in his little tube,” Kim got two fingers going in and out of my ass. “The prostate is about one to two inches in, and it will feel like a lump about the size of a almond.” I felt her hit my prostate, causing my cock to swell against the CB. “Look, he’s getting hard ” I heard someone say.

“Yep,” said Kim, “He must like his ass getting fingered in front of an audience,” There were giggles and snickers from the girls. “Now that I have enough lube in him, I can start massaging his prostate.” Kims fingers withdrew, and a few seconds later I felt a vibrator being inserted. As soon as the toy hit my spot, my cock tingled. “Now I start massaging the prostate back and forth, side to side. I also use a technique of raking the vibe over the prostate with downward pressure.” Every time she did the raking thing it felt like pee was passing through the tip of my cock, which was completely filling it’s cage. After a couple times with this, it felt like something was really dripping out of me. I heard ooh’s and ahh’s from my audience.

“There we go, now it’s starting. Every time I do this I force more semen out.” The girls must have been hypnotized by my cum dripping cock. I was horny beyond belief. My balls ached and my cock felt like it was going to break out of its prison. I felt like convulsing. I was so incredible close to orgasm, so close! One touch to my cock and I’d explode. But I was kept on that edge forever. I could feel more cum coming out, lots of it. Kim continued.

“See girls? Now its coming out as one long stream and we can milk it all out. The goal of this is that it prevents wet dreams and sort of ‘relieves the pressure’ if you know what I mean,” the girls all giggled. “All while denying him the pleasure of orgasm, but keeping him as close as possible,” Kim said. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I was extremely humiliated and dehumanized yet incredibly at peace and tranquil. I could hear questions and answers going on behind me but I couldn’t hear. I have no idea how long it lasted but suddenly I felt my erection going away.

“There, now he is done,” Kim said.

“Wow, that is a lot of cum,” someone said. Kim untied me. She helped me get up and face the girls. I felt dizzy and weak-kneed. She removed my blindfold. My stomach turned as I saw for the first time my audience.

“Now, the icing on the cake,” Kim said and she handed a cup to me. I was so dazed I had no idea what it was. I took it with a shaking hand and looked. It was cum. My cum. My cum which actually belonged to my Mistress. Her cum now. I looked at it. I felt everyone’s eyes on me and I just wanted to run into a hole and die. But I was overcome with arousal, hopelessly horny. I looked at my Mistress. She smiled at me and gave me an eyebrow raise that was so subtly sexy and dominate it made me gush. I looked at the cup again and brought it to my mouth. I swallowed it quick, for I was owned by Her.

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(Please be advised that this is a very nasty story, with an older woman dominating a younger man, with scenes of golden showers, farting and creampie eating. Some like this genre, some don’t, but there you have the caveat before reading. Thank you)

Susan O’Malley was pissed.

She’d been puttering around the house, and had changed into her running clothes for a quick jog on this humid morning, and had darted upstairs to take a quick leak. After she did, she flushed the toilet. And nothing happened.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groused to herself, lifting the top off the tank looking for what, she didn’t know.

Something was broken, she was sure of it, but she wasn’t a plumber. So she called one, a local guy in town whose name she’d seen on trucks.

“No, I have no idea what’s wrong, that’s why I’m calling,” she said, irritated, to the man who answered and sounded equally irritated.

“Can’t help you right now, lady,” the guy growled. “We’re pretty flat out. Maybe by 4 or 5 o’clock, I can send one of the new guys.”

“Fine, whatever works,” she snapped, slamming down the phone.

It was 2. She went for her run, working up a good sweat, leaving her body slick and soaked, just the way she liked it. For 65 years old, the slender granny was in great shape, her body sinewy and lean, her legs her best asset.

She got back around 3, and toyed with the idea of taking a shower, but didn’t want to miss the plumber coming in case he came early. So she waited, getting angrier by the minute, and taking the occasional piss in the broken toilet. Which after awhile imbued the humid air in the bathroom with a strong, heady scent of urine that combined with the thick stench of funky sweat from a pile of dirty clothes she’d left by the washing machine.

And that pleased her.

Susan O’Malley was a piss freak. She loved dominating young people, men and women, making them her piss slaves, forcing them to drink hers, lick her, service her. At first they’d resist – or pretend to. But it never lasted long and soon they’d be her submissive piss slaves.

She sniffed the air after her last piss, feeling her hairy pussy moisten. The aroma always got to her, and now as she sat on the bowl, letting the remnants of her golden juices dribble through her furry lips and tinkle into the yellow water below, she fingered herself, licking them, devouring the flavor and scent.

“Oh fuck…oh yeah….fuck yeah…,” she moaned, finger flying faster, lewd wet sounds echoing in the bowl as she drew close to finishing.

Then the doorbell rang.

“Motherfucker, you have GOT to be kidding me!” she snarled, pulling up her damp panties over her glistening bush and tugging her super short white running shorts back up her sturdy, tanned legs.

She stomped down stairs in her sweaty white mid-calf socks, storming to the door and drawing it open. There stood a man, a young man, a handsome young man with a shirt bearing the name of the plumbing company on one pocket and “Tommy” stitched on the other.

“Mrs…O’Malley?” he said in a squeaky boy voice looking at a paper in his hand, his dark hair hanging over his flashing brown eyes. “You called?”

“Yes indeed, I am Mrs. O’Malley, and I did call,” she said with a sultry growl. “And you must be…Tommy, from the looks of it. Here to fix my plumbing are ya, kid?”

“Um…yes ma’am, I uh…got here soon as I could, been a busy day…” he stammered nervously.

She liked young boys, especially nervous ones. They made the most compliant slaves. She waved him in and he trudged in behind her, big canvas workbag in his hand, brimming with tools and parts and other things she didn’t concern herself with.

“How old are you, Tommy?” she asked as they stood in the kitchen, Tommy looking away, anywhere but at the very sexy older woman standing before him in tight t-shirt, tiny white shorts and socks. “You’re kinda young to be a plumber aren’t you?”

“I’m 21 ma’am, learning all the time,” he said proudly. “Just about to open my own business.”

“Well that’s great, young man, just great!” she laughed, walking away and up the stairs, the boy in tow, she feeling his gaze on her shapely ass and muscular legs as she did. “And for now, you can work on my pipes!”

They walked into the bathroom and instantly Tommy stopped, wrinkling his nose. The scent was overwhelming, pungent and powerful. He eyed the dirty laundry on the floor, a mix of worn panties, stained yellow and brown, and socks of various colors from a week’s worth of working and running.

He let out a small, barely perceptible groan. But Susan heard it. And noticed the slight shiver that seemed to course through his tall, lean, muscular young body.

That pleased her.

She walked to the toilet, pointing.

“Here it is,” she said, adding with a giggle, “sorry about what’s in the bowl, I can’t flush it. Frightful smell, isn’t it? So sorry about that, hope you don’t mind…”

“I..we’ve uh, seen…and smelled worse, ma’am, believe me,” he said, his nervousness mounting, that Escort Bayan shiver returning as he gazed into the deep yellow water in the bowl, swallowing hard.

“Oh, I’m sure you have, young man, I’m sure you’ve had…and dealt with it, right?” she said in that sultry voice she’d greeted him with earlier.

“Yes..yes ma’am…” he said, now lifting the top off the tank and jiggling the workings inside.

She watched him, leaning on the bathroom counter, arms crossed, drinking the sight of him in, his ass tight in his work pants. She liked what she saw.

“Ah, here’s the problem,” he said, pointing to something that she really wasn’t looking at. “This little plastic piece that controls the flow…snapped off, happens all the time.”

“Is it terribly HARD to fix?” she cooed as she stepped closer to him, nearly brushing his slightly trembling body, emphasizing the word.

Tommy gulped again. He indeed was getting hard. He’d long been fascinated by sexy older women, and Mrs. O’Malley was by far the sexiest one he had ever seen, despite the aroma in the room. Or, he realized as his cock twitched in his pants, because of it.

“No…no, not at all…I have the part I need in the truck, be right back,” he said, walking past her, again casting a furtive eye on that disgusting but alluring pile of foul panties and socks.

“How long will it take?” she asked, following him out.

“Half hour, tops, ma’am,” he said.

“I’m thinking of going for a run…another run, actually, I had one already but cut it short to come wait for you,” she said. “Gotta keep this old lady body in shape ya know!”

He turned, a weak smile on his handsome young face, beads of sweat on his brow. Susan had him just where she wanted him. She smiled back.

“I don’t look bad for an old broad, do I?” she teased, spinning around and standing on tiptoes, making her remarkable calves bulge in muscle above her white socks.

That groan. She heard it again. And liked it.

“No, no ma’am, you look…you look great,” he said with a sighing enthusiasm. “Way better than my grandma, who’s about your age, I guess…”

“That’s so sweet of you, thanks, Tommy,” she giggled, cupping his chin playfully and tweaking his nose. “You get to work, I’ll be right back…but first, I gotta go again, you know, tinkle! Hope you don’t mind me adding to that nasty mess in the bowl!”

“No..no ma’am,” he groaned, heading for the truck.

She laughed to herself and walked upstairs. She didn’t have to piss. What she did have to do was pick up her cell phone, put it on video, and hide it on the bathroom counter, behind some makeup and pill bottles, angling it to take in the toilet – and the pile of laundry nearby.

“Like the spider and the fly,” she smiled to herself, walking out.

She went for her run, working it hard, getting sweatier by the pounding step, taking a half hour and turning back to her house. Inside, Tommy was standing at the kitchen counter, writing out her bill, his bag beside him.

“Everything working?” she asked, wiping her sweaty brow with her forearm.

“Yes, ma’am, it was easy,” he said, looking a bit more relaxed than before. “Just making out the bill. Did you want to pay by check, cash or have us bill you in the mail?”

“What’re the damages?” Susan asked.

“Not bad, I hope, $150,” he answered, handing her the bill.

“No, not bad at all,” she said. “Especially when they send a handsome young stud like you to fix my pipes!”

His nervousness returned, his smile forced and shy.

“Lemme get my purse, it’s upstairs,” she said, darting by him. “And gotta pee again in my newly fixed toilet!”

“Sure thing, Mrs. O’Malley, sure thing,” he called after her.

She went into the bathroom, picking up the hidden phone. She stopped the recording and hit play back.

And pay dirt.

There on the small screen, as she watched, her cunt getting wetter by the second, was this handsome young plumbing apprentice sniffing the bowl, kneeling, groaning, palming his hard cock through his pants, devouring her pissy scent.

“Oh my God, Mrs. O’Malley…you stink…your piss…fuck!” she heard him say, the words echoing in the bowl with his head inside, so close to it, making him wonder if he were licking away down there.

She fingered her pussy, slamming her hand under her shorts, frigging the sweaty, fragrant cunt as she now watched him shuffle over to the pile of clothes, burying his face in them, inhaling deeply. He fished his cock out and jerked. Her eyes widened. It was one of the biggest, meatiest cocks she had ever seen. And had to have.

“Fuck me,” she hissed, working herself into an orgasmic frenzy as Tommy was doing on her cell phone, a pair of rancid panties jammed to his face, his other hand flying up and down his cock, cumming in long thick ropes that landed on the pile, soaking her socks and panties.

He finished, carefully putting the pile together to hide the liquid evidence of his perverse lust. Then calmly, he returned to the Bayan Escort bowl to fix it.

“Mmmm, that was interesting,” she said, pulling her fingers from her cunt to sniff and lick clean.

She walked to the top of the stairs.

“Tommy, will you come up here please?” she called out. “Something I want to show you.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. O’Malley!” he said brightly, bounding up the stairs.

She walked into the bathroom, standing by the toilet, flushing it.

“Now that makes me happy!” she said.

She held up her phone.

“Now this,” she said, starting the video and walking to him, holding it to his face, “should THIS make me happy young man?”

Tommy’s mouth dropped open as the video played, face ashen, eyes were nearly bulging out of his head. Susan stood, phone in hand up to his face, the other arm crossed over her slender middle, affecting a stern look despite her urge to laugh.

“Oh my GOD!” he blurted, looking away, covering his eyes, leaning against the door frame, aghast and ashamed. “I’m….oh my God, I’m so sorry, so sorry….”

He was shaking, he was scared, he was totally humiliated. Just the way she liked it.

She stopped the play back, stepping closer toward him, a stern look on her pretty, sexily wrinkled face.

“I wonder,” she said darkly and dominantly. “What your boss would say if he saw this?”

Tommy stood up straight, more frightened than ever, his eyes on her, begging.

“Oh God…please, please, Mrs. O’Malley, please don’t…” he cried. “He’d fire me…I’d be ruined….”

“Yeah, that would pretty much fuck up your plans to start your own business now wouldn’t it, if word got out?” she asked dryly. “Who’d want a piss-loving pervert in their house, right?”

“Please!” he cried again. “I’ll do…anything…what do you….anything, just don’t tell him, or anyone, my God, my God!”

He slumped against the wall, head in his hands, practically sobbing.

“Did you like it?”

He looked through his fingers.

“I’m…sorry?”

“I said, did you like it?” Susan continued, her voice softening, a bit more playful, walking back toward the bowl, his eyes drawn to those legs again.

“I….no…I mean…I….”

“Oh, come now, Thomas,” she growled. “You MUST have liked it! You were smelling my piss…practically licking it! And my filthy socks and soiled panties, in your face, jerking your…well, your rather beautiful young COCK, cumming into them!”

He watched, transfixed, as she slithered out of her shorts, peeling off her top and bra, standing now in white panties and socks.

“Did. You. Like. It,” she snarled.

He could only stare. And very slowly nod his head.

“I thought so,” Susan sighed. “Well then, I think we can work something out, keep this unfortunate incident between us…”

She slowly, very slowly looked down at her crotch as she stood, Tommy’s eyes following, thick curls of pubic hair blossoming out the sides of the panty.

And she pissed. She stood, pissing just a little bit, biting her lip as she did, moving her eyes back up to watch him watch her pissing her panties. The heat of it filled her senses, a big dark patch spreading over the front of the fabric, a thin, hot, wet blanket sheeting down her slightly saggy and wrinkled and sexy brown thighs, trickling over her knees to her sweat socks that clung to her solid calves.

“Oh….my….God….” Tommy gasped.

She slowly peeled her panties down, sitting on the bowl, finishing her piss – and watching him. He was holding his breath, staring and listening to the gush of it and the loud tinkling sound of piss hitting water, then waning into singular, tantalizing droplets.

She stood, pubic hair soaked with urine and sweat. And slowly pulled her panties back up, over the matted, glistening fur.

“C’mere boy,” she snarled, curling a finger at him.

Tommy could not help but obey. Susan leaned on the bathroom counter, spreading her meaty legs. Tommy stood, unsure of what to do. She pointed to the floor.

“Kneel down, boy,” she hissed. “And suck my pissy panties!”

He blinked at her, eyes wide with fear, terror, uncertainty and want. She made his decision easy, cupping his head in her hands and pulling him to his knees, ramming his face into her crotch and slamming her muscular old thighs shut on his ears. She locked him firmly to her dripping, pungent panty-covered cunt.

“For fuck’s sake, boy, SUCK the piss outta my panties!” she snarled, throbbing her lean legs on his trapped head.

“MMGHLPFF!” he cried out, a scream muffled in her wet crotch.

But he sucked, he sucked hard, his mouth open, lips wide, tongue darting over the moist fabric as he sucked the wet from it. His eyes rolled over white in the sockets, Susan smiling at his complete, groaning acquiescence, now quivering her thighs on his head, pushing forward, holding it, grinding his face.

“Mmmm, that’s right, boy, suck my piss…suck it alllll up….” she cooed.

He obeyed, filling his mouth Escort with her golden juices sucked from the soaked panty, devouring her, feeling his cock about to burst in his pants. His hands trembled as he pawed the thighs crushing his skull, marveling at their silky, seductive feel and the muscular tension beneath the skin. He groaned, madly sucking, licking, cleaning her foul panties, aching for release.

“I’d say you like my piss, boy,” she growled, suddenly unlocking her lethal thighs and twisting his head toward the toilet, sticking his face in the bowl and the glistening gold below. “Let’s see HOW much!”

He resisted, and she welcomed it, she liked her piss victims to struggle. He was not entirely sure he could lap the foul-smelling water that had gushed moments earlier into the bowl, a sound he found supremely sexy. Now that ripeness hit him, far sharper than that in her wet panties, and he pushed back as she pushed his head in.

“I said LICK that piss!” she howled, now kneeling on his bent back, driving him inside.

His face plunged into the still warm piss, up to the ears, and despite his struggles, he could not pull away. Susan knelt on one leg, bending her other up to push the back of his head with her socked foot, laughing maniacally as she finally heard his desperate gulps, ingesting mouthfuls of her stinky urine. She made him drink for a full 30 seconds before releasing him. He sprang back, gasping, Susan standing and roaring with laughter.

He sat back on his haunches, grabbing a nearby towel and frantically wiping his face. And there in his pants, Susan loved noticing, was the bulge of his unmistakably hard cock. She nudged it with her socked foot.

“Well, well, well, you DO like it!” she laughed. “Tell me boy, and don’t lie or I’ll know: Have you ever indulged this piss fantasy before?”

His panting slowed, his face looking down at the foot on his cock.

“No,” he said softly, shaking his head, the wet strands of hair in his face. “Never.”

“But you’d thought about it, right?” she continued.

A pause. Then a slow nod of his head. She smiled.

“And how’s the reality working for you now that you’ve had the real thing?”

“I…I don’t know…it’s…different…I’m not sure….if I really DO like it!”

“Well now,” she sighed, grabbing his hair and forcing him on his knees to shuffle over to the pile of filthy laundry and ramming his face into it. “All the better!”

He fought back again, the stench overpowering him, that heady mix of piss and ass and sweat – and, he realized with horror, his own cum. She was too strong, though, his mind and body weakened from everything happening to him, and he couldn’t pull his face from the foul-smelling clothes.

“I need to do laundry,” she said. “And I’ve just the thing!”

She straddled his neck now, pulling his hair up so the back of his head nestled against her wet cunt. Crossing her feet, she clamped her thighs on his neck and squeezed. He let out a long, desperate groan of pain, the pressure surprising him. He was stunned that a woman so old could exert so much power with what looked to be fairly skinny legs.

“Now let’s see,” she sighed, bending over, the inner thigh muscles stretching and flexing against his neck, slowing the blood to his brain, making him groggy. “Where is it….”

She pulled out a particularly soggy, foul pair of panties and stood, holding them to her nose.

“Yup, these are the ones,” she laughed. “The ones you came in. The ones we’ll start with!”

Tommy could only watch as the sticky panties came before his face, his hands drooping to the floor, weak from her squeezing thighs on his neck. She balled the fabric up, showing him the crusty crotch panel, opening his mouth and forcing it inside. The stench hit him like a hammer, cum, piss, ass, sweat, permeating his existence, the taste thick and foul on his tongue.

“Clean ’em, boy,” she snarled.

She stuffed her fingers into his mouth along with the cum-soaked panty, scraping it around on his tongue, lips, teeth and cheeks, scrubbing it clean. A moment later, she tugged it out and Timmy gasped for air, struggling to pull his head from the vise-grip legs scissoring it, and failing.

“Nice job,” she sighed, dropping the panty, bending and picking up a pair of short, black trouser socks. “Oh, these are nasty, wore them to work for about four days before I changed ’em!”

In they went, stuffed into his moaning mouth for cleaning, Susan scrubbing them around inside and pulling them out, repeating the process over and over with other socks, other panties. She kept him in her gripping legs for a solid half hour as she plunged her foul clothes in and out of his mouth.

When she was finished, he was practically out cold, groggy from her scissoring thighs and the sheer humiliation of what she’d put him through. His hands limply pawed her locked, socked feet.

“Plea….pleesh…no more, Mrs. O’M…..” he said in slurring tone, barely able to stay awake.

She laughed, finally releasing her crushing thighs from his neck, and stepped back letting him fall to the floor. She stepped over him and reached inside the shower, turning it on, then peeled off her panties and socks. Flipping him to his back, she straddled him, balled them up and stuffed them into his mouth.

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Mark had just broken up with his steady girl, Diana 2 weeks before. He was finding it really hard to get over her. They had been dating for almost 2 years, and he was devastated when he caught her in “The Act” with 2 guys from the football team. He saw her car at the hotel, and pulled in to see what she was doing. He stood outside the motel room door, and could hear her moaning loudly. He turned the knob and to his amazement the door opened. There was his sweet Diana on the bed. She was on her hands and knees, and Mike Stazek the quarterback was kneeling in front of her. Her mouth moved up and down his monstrous erection. Behind her was Jack Johnson one of the wide receivers. He was fucking her fast and hard. She grunted, and held Mike’s large cock in her hand, furiously stroking him. Mike was moaning and grunting. Jack was fucking her so hard that the bed kept hitting the wall.

None of the three noticed Mark standing there, and they continued their erotic show. Mike moaned loudly, and his cum erupted from his stiff cock, spewing all over Diana’s pretty petite breasts. Her nipples were puffy, and very rosy colored. Mark always loved her breasts. Those pretty nipples were now covered in cum. Diana grunted loudly, rubbing and smearing the cum all over her pretty breasts. She firmly pinched her swollen nipples, moaning loudly. She continued to stroke on Mike’s large cock, and her tongue swirled around his bulbous swollen cockhead. She had a look of unbridled lust on her face.

Jack groaned loudly, and removed his cock from her pussy. He quickly moved around, and his cum splattered across her pretty lips. Diana moaned, and opened her mouth widely. Jack carefully aimed his spewing cockhead towards her mouth. His cum splattered across her wet pink tongue, and she swallowed every drop, hungrily. Mark had tears streaming down his face, and his heart felt as if it had been torn in two. He didn’t understand why his cock was so hard. It pressed against his pants making a very large, obvious bulge. He needed to cum, his cock ached. He slid his hand inside of his pants, and firmly gripped his Escort Bayan cock. He watched as Diana hungrily devoured Jack’s large cock all the way to his large hairless balls.

Mark moaned lightly, and his cock pulsated beneath his fingers. Suddenly his cum shot into his hand. He quickly milked the remaining drops of cum from his cock, and quickly ran to his car. He squealed tires as he pulled out of there, and Diana watched as he drove away. She knew it would now be over between them. She was just bored, sexually and had always craved a 3 way. She tried to convince herself that she did no wrong. Mark drove towards the local bar and got himself pretty drunk, he then Called a Taxi and went home. The following day he picked up his car, and his daily routine included plenty of alcohol. Which brings us up to now.

Mark was slowly getting over her enough that he realized he should date. He really didn’t want a date, though he wanted a fuck. He decided to go to a different part of town, and quickly found a new bar. He went in and ordered a double jack and coke. He quickly downed it, not really paying much attention to his surroundings. As he went to order another drink, he noticed that there were men with men, and women with women paired up all around. He did notice a few men with women as well, so he relaxed. A little later, he was getting a bit buzzed, and a nice looking brunette approached him. She bent over and began talking to him. As she did, her blouse fell enough to reveal her wonderfully large firm breasts.

Her nipples were quite small, and very erect. She introduced herself as Candy, and they began to talk. He ordered them both a drink, and they sat together, chatting and sipping. After the 4th round, both were feeling really good. Candy bent forward and kissed him. Her wet tongue slid into his mouth. Mark eagerly reciprocated, thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth. They passionately french kissed. Candy led him towards a door in the back of the bar. They entered, and went up a flight of stairs. They entered a room full of mattresses. There were mattresses Bayan Escort from one wall to the other, and there were 3 couples making out.

Mark watched as the leather clad male slave held his master’s stiff cock in his hand. He was furiously stroking him making the man moan loudly. To the left, there were two fake blondes lying side by side, licking each other’s pussies. They were moaning and groaning, while there tongues slid against each other’s throbbing clits. Candy was undoing Mark’s pants, releasing his thick throbbing cock. She smiled as she looked at the unusually large cock with it’s magnificent huge head glistening with precum. Candy quickly dropped to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth. She moved her mouth up and down the thick head, licking all around the tip. Mark moaned loudly.

Candy was quite the expert at sucking cock. She worked his cock incredibly with her hot wet mouth. He knew he would be cumming quickly if she didn’t slow down. He informed her that he would be cumming if she didn’t stop, and she continued to move her mouth up and down his large cock. She even lightly cupped his balls, playing with them as she deep-throated him. Mark moaned loudly, and his cum erupted into her mouth. Candy moaned as she tasted the sweet thick fluid against her tongue. She quickly swallowed it, and continued to move her mouth up and down his cock.

Mark moaned, and thrust against her mouth. The last of his cum shot from his thick cock. Candy moaned as his large cock fell from her mouth. Mark was pulling her top off, and he quickly took her breasts into his hands. His mouth found her swollen nipples, and he began to suck them. His tongue moved all around her pink nipples, and she softly moaned. He thrust his hand up her skirt, and began to rub her soft milky thigh. Candy moaned, and began to push his hand away. He resisted her, thrusting his hand against her panties. He suddenly stopped as his hand rested upon a very thick bulge inside of her panties. “What the…..” he started to say, but Candy pressed a finger against his lips, shishing him.

Candy Escort began to kiss his neck softly, rubbing her crotch against his leg. He could feel how hard and thick her cock was, and realized he was with a shemale. She pulled her panties off and tossed them to the side. She grabbed Mark’s hand and placed it on her hard throbbing member. It was about 7 inches long, and very thick. Pre cum oozed from the tip, and as he gripped it, a bit of cum shot from the thick head. He began to move his hand slowly up and down her throbbing cock, and she softly moaned. He continued to suck and lick her large wonderful breasts, as his hand slid up and down her pulsating erection.

Candy pushed his head downward, leading him closer and closer to her cock. Mark resisted lightly, but as she pressed him closer, his tongue slid against her throbbing cockhead. Candy moaned, and thrust upward, her cock slid into Mark’s mouth. Mark tasted the sweet oozing precum, and it wasn’t bad. He began to move his mouth up and down the thick throbbing shaft, as he played with her balls. Candy moaned loudly. Mark felt her cock thicken and pulsate, and suddenly she moaned even louder. Her cum shot like a cannon from her large shemale cock. Mark gagged as it splattered against the back of his throat. He swallowed the sweet/salty mixture, and sucked her until the remaining cum was gone. Candy quickly kissed him, and they passionately french kissed, sharing her cum.

Candy noticed that Mark’s cock was once again big and hard, and she quickly removed some KY jelly from her purse. She began to lubricate his thick cock, and rubbed a dab of the jelly onto her asshole. She worked her ass until she could easily slid 3 fingers inside. She then quickly straddled Mark, lowering herself onto his thick hard cock. She moaned as his long cock slid into her ass. Candy’s cock was once again quite hard. She faced Mark, bouncing up and down on his throbbing cock. She furiously stroked her thick cock as Mark’s cock filled her tight ass. Mark felt her ass tighten around his cock, and she began to moan.

Mark watched as her hand moved even faster on her cock. Her cum sprayed from the thick head, all over Mark’s chest. Mark moaned, and his cum shot into her ass. She rode him until the last of his cum shot inside of her. She leaned forward and kissed him.

To Be Continued…

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CHAPTER TEN — SPECIAL VACATION

The little cows are in the Milking Center, happily hooked up to the pulsators, wiggling their little cow bottoms in the air and slamming out one orgasm after another. They don’t count ’em. What would be the point? With nubile, hairless young bodies that are shot full of space-age hormone treatments, on hands and knees at the whim of relentless teat-stretching unstoppable milk-suckers, there will always be more slutty orgasms. Whee.

Marilee has her eyes squeezed shut in the intensity of another good one, when someone touches her shoulder. She looks up with slitted eyes on the smiling face of Arlene, the business office lady who helped her.

“Hi,” Arlene says, kneeling down next to the little cow. She places a warm hand on Marilee’s back.

“Oooooo,” Marilee says with a funny kind of smile. Under the firm control of the milking pulsators, she is too aroused for much of a conversation.

“Sweetie, I don’t want to interrupt you in the middle of your… business.” She laughs, a musical sound to hear. “When you get done, come to my office. I want to show you something. We’ll go together.”

Marilee smiles sleepily and says okay. Arlene cannot help herself. She brings her face right to Marilee’s. The little cow has her eyes half-closed, she wears a serene expression. Arlene’s mouth is very near Marilee’s parted, panting lips.

“I remember when we were in that closet. When I tasted you.”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” Marilee says. Her naked fanny is twerking like there was a dildo up her hot woman-hole, but of course there is not. She is a total virgin in that way, even if not in all of the other ways.

“I also kissed you,” Arlene says. “Like this.” And with that the full-breasted women in her sharp business suit brings her lips softly to Marilee’s. Lips part so tongues can dance. Arlene in that moment recalls her taste of sweet Marilee’s first breast milk. She was the first ever to taste this little cow. In that kiss, Arlene recalls the days when she was a little cow too, shaking her naked bootie on the milking table. And in that kiss, Arlene’s panties get very wet.

“Don’t forget to come get me when you are finished.” With a special smile, she turns away.

Marilee has her eyes closed, so she doesn’t notice that Arlene goes to kneel beside Alexa, does not hear them quietly talking as Alexa moans happily in the grip of the forceful pulsators and feelings in her hips she cannot control. Marilee does not see that Alexa and Arlene share a slow, lingering kiss, or that Arlene’s fingers softly tickle the little cow’s happy wiggling starfish.

As each little cow is released from her pulsators, she gets down from the milking table and crawls to the shower, where she is scrubbed and rinsed by two nurses in spandex swim suits who kneel beside the wet little cows and examine them for any bruises or chafing on any of their luscious body parts. They look in the little cows’ mouths, make them say Ahhh, and spread their ass cheeks for a look at their hind end. Then the little cows are allowed to go out for playtime in the warm sun.

Marilee does not go outside. She crawls down a long corridor all by herself and pushes through the tall double door that goes to the business office. She remembers that Arlene wanted to talk to her. She hopes there will be more kissing and sucking. She loves Arlene.

Of course the nicely-dressed people in the business office all notice the naked little cow crawl past their desks. Eyes follow the bare little cow rump as it waggles along the floor, and search the curvy diamond for the concealed treasures there. But Marilee gets the surprise of her life when she sees another little cow already kneeling at Arlene’s feet.

“Oh, great,” Arlene says with a smile. “Marilee is here. We can go now.”

Marilee gives Alexa a funny look. Alexa only smiles. Arlene buckles a black collar and leash around each little cow’s neck and pulls them toward the front of the office. She opens the door to the reception area. People are in here! Reluctantly tugged along by their leashes, the little cows crawl meekly through the reception office.

OMG! The office with the smartly-dressed receptionist at her desk is busy with delivery men, burly truck drivers with packages, job applicants seated on fancy couches, all wearing clothes. The talk falls to a hush as Arlene leads the two leashed naked summer interns to crawl through the lobby and out the front door. It is no secret to anyone that the little cows are excited.

Outside there is brilliant sunshine. The people looking out the windows can clearly see the lovely naked bodies, the large suspended breasts, and the treasures peeking between smooth buttocks as the little cows crawl away fast.

Arlene guides the little cows onto a small open-air work truck. The sides are bars like a cage, but the rear is open. She fastens their leashes, climbs in the driver’s seat, and they drive between barns. Men are there working on machinery and pitching hay. A couple of dogs bark at the Escort Bayan truck and run alongside. Everyone stops for a look at the cute little cow rumps passing by.

Kneeling side by side, Marilee looks at Alexa. She leans over for a kiss and her friend’s soft mouth opens for her. They kiss all the way to where they are going.

“Where is she taking us?” Marilee asks.

“I don’t know,” Alexa says. “Someplace special she said.”

Arlene stops the truck before a big barn. They are far away from all the other buildings. Arlene tugs their leashes so they get down from the little truck. The sunshine feels wonderful on their bare skin, the summer air fresh and full of life.

Arlene leads them by their black leashes to the barn and through the big door. Inside it is kind of dark. As they crawl over the barn’s loose soil they can’t really see much, the smells are dry and musty.

But someone is there. Someone kneeling in the middle of a big fluffy white blanket. Arlene stops them, and tells them to Present. They know that Present means to kneel with thighs apart, backs erect with hands on legs. When they are ready, Arlene unhooks their leashes from the black collars.

When their eyes become accustomed to the gloom, they make out the shape of a person in front of them. A woman! She is also kneeling, and naked, but she is not in the Present pose, she is just waiting. The little cows see that this woman is very pregnant. Her belly is halfway down her thighs as she kneels there quietly, and her breasts flow out over her big tummy.

Marilee looks around and doesn’t see Arlene. The barn is big, it looks like a place for real cows but does not smell like a cow barn. It smells clean and kind of nice.

“Welcome, Alexa and Marilee. I am Aphrodite.”

The tones of Aphrodite’s voice are so serene that the two little cows cannot speak. She is beautiful, a lovely woman in late pregnancy, just prior to giving birth. Her large breasts are not leaking. The woman regards the two little cows with dark intelligent eyes.

Footsteps behind them. Marilee and Alexa do not turn because they are in the Present pose. But soon they see it’s Arlene with Lenore, who was at Marilee’s bedside when she woke up from getting sick from the loopy grass and scared by the cowboys. Smiling at the two little cows, Lenore and Arlene kneel beside Aphrodite, one on each side of the pregnant goddess. The two little cows can’t stop staring at Aphrodite, they both want to be like her.

Aphrodite speaks. “This is a very sacred moment. It is particularly special for me because at last I meet the two young women who will help the Farm go forward into the future.”

Automatically, Alexa and Marilee reach out their hands and grip hard. What is this about the future? Are they flunking out? But no, it is not about flunking out. It’s the opposite. Aphrodite continues.

“When the Farm was first established, it was a business based on the work of a famous chemist. He had discovered certain genetic markers that create helpful traits in babies. Traits such as physical strength, longevity, intelligence, inventiveness, and compassion for others.

“These wonderful ladies beside me are descendants of the very first of our line. Lenore is third generation, Arlene is fourth. I am fifth. Arlene is my dear mother. Ferdinand is one of my sweet brothers. You two young women have been chosen to help us create the seventh generation.”

Marilee can’t help herself. “What happened to the sixth generation?”

“They are away at college,” Aphrodite says.

Lenore walks over with a cloth bag, removes the contents and places them on the white blanket where Aphrodite sits like a fecund goddess.

The little cows look down in horror. On the white blanket, laid out for their viewing pleasure, is a selection of black butt plugs, tapered at one end, expanding to a menacing thickness, a narrow-waisted hardness with a round ball at the end. Marilee has never seen such a thing in real life, only on the Internet. She blushes with shame. She also saw one in Ferdinand’s back door the day of his punishment. The butt plugs are of varying sizes. Marilee and Alexa look at each other in horror.

“This is part of your submissiveness training,” Lenore continues, gesturing at the evil-looking black objects, “and part of what you must be able to do to please a male. Now girls, please kneel forward and put your heads on the blanket. That’s good. Now arms out straight from your shoulders. Good. Now spread your knees just as wide as you can. Wider, Marilee!”

Arlene is standing behind them now. She holds a black leather flail.

“While we are selecting the size you will each wear for the first step in your training, I am going to get you warmed up.”

The flail strikes gently on Marilee’s split crotch. Marilee shivers. The individual falls kiss through her open crevice, wrap softly beneath her belly and lightly sting her exposed girl parts. Stunned, Marilee whines with the anticipation of what Bayan Escort is to come.

Arlene applies the flail to Alexa’s raised bottom. Arlene moved from one lovely girl to the other; the soft blows continue to fall. They are never hard, but sting a bit in certain places.

“The first thing you must learn is trust. You must know that your Owner, or your Owner’s acquaintance, is not going to hurt you. There may be pain, but it will always be tolerable. You can always ask to be spanked, if you want some moments of intimacy with your Owner. Your Owner can be a bull, or a husband someday, another woman or a lover.”

Lenore has selected two butt plugs and placed them on the ground by each girl’s face so they can contemplate them. Both girls are terrified to see how the black objects fill Lenore’s small hands. Arlene stops flogging Marilee, and works exclusively on Alexa’s ass, which is rotating with animal motions as the heat rises in her feminine loins. She’s learned that pain can turn her on. Juices flow freely down the little cow’s inner thighs.

Marilee, conscious that the flogger has left her, freezes in horror to see Lenore pick up her butt plug and move out of sight behind her. A soft hand rests on her hip.

Unseen by the subjugated little cows, Lenore dips the blunt object into a bowl of warm oil, coating it completely. She rests the rounded end against Marilee’s starfish. Marilee trembles, but holds position.

“Remember your docility training. Recall we taught you to open yourself, by pressing your muscles down?” Marilee’s cheeks flame at the rude suggestion.

“Taking a dump is the technical term,” Arlene says with a laugh.

“There are other words,” Aphrodite puts in. Her hips make a subtle orbit between her spread knees, and her baby bump jiggles. “You can say shit, crap or poop. You can say cow pie.”

Behind Marilee, the slippery butt plug presses hard on her back door. Warm oil trailing between her swollen pussy lips gives her a little thrill. She concentrates on pushing her muscles down. The pressure increases and her anus stretches open a little bit. Lenore swivels the plug around to dig it in. Slowly the blunt thing opens a way inside Marilee’s rectum. Marilee has her eyes shut tight, concentrating on the thing trying to pry her open back there. A sheen of sweat comes to her face.

“The reason for the butt plug is to tell your Owner that you are always ready for them, in any way he or she desires. Another way to show this is to always be naked when you are with them, and to crawl on your hands and knees whenever you’re in private together. This is part of telling a bull how important he is to you, that you are there to please him utterly at all times and in any way he desires.”

The plug goes in a little more, Lenore rotates it energetically, opening the reluctant channel. Marilee grunts.

“It’s important that you make no sound, little cow,” Lenore says sternly from behind her.

Beside her, Alexa’s eyes are on Marilee’s face, watching her girl accept the plug, hoping she can do as well when it’s her turn. Meanwhile, Arlene’s flails continue to land in her split womanhood. Although still very soft, the constant strokes are warming her all over, pushing her to slutty rotations. Arlene stops whipping, kneels down and flicks her tongue in the little cow’s starfish. Alexa moans and arches her back gratefully.

Marilee opens her eyes and sees Arlene’s mouth pressed to Alexa’s crease. This is the worst betrayal of her life! Everything inside her says NO! Arlene loves me! Not Alexa! Tears come to her eyes and she drowns in a world of uncaring pain as the blunt rubber stretches her anus apart. Not fair! Alexa is getting her whoop-de-doo tenderly licked by her dear Arlene, while hers is being yanked apart by someone she hardly knows! With the heat of pain, the plug stretches her nether ring and Marilee does the most surprising thing. She moos.

Lenore pats her hip. “You are doing great, dear one. Only a little more to come.”

Marilee doesn’t feel so great. She feels more betrayed and humiliated than ever in her life. Her face is buried in the blanket and her ass is in the air, embarrassing her with its wanton hunger. She can’t understand why Alexa is even here, and why Alexa is getting such great attention. Then her eyes go to the menacing plug lying by Alexa’s sweet face. Marilee gets a moment of satisfaction, knowing that menacing black plug is what her friend must soon endure. Then she is sad she had that thought. So wrong.

With a heave of her willing hips, the plug slides in. Marilee gives a helpless bleat as her stretched anal ring slurps down the small neck and sucks down the plug’s narrow waist. She feels the thing hard up there. She realizes with hot chagrin that the black ball will be visible wherever she walks, wherever she crawls, whenever she is strapped to the milking rig. It is a signal for anyone on the Farm to know that she is Owned. She blushes. She has gone down a road from which there is no return.

Then, Escort the most humiliating betrayal of all. Her swollen pussy starts to drip.

Lenore hugs her, strokes her breasts, lifts her up. On hands and knees before her, Lenore brings her mouth into a sweet kiss. It is a delicious kiss, knowing, loving, understanding. It makes Marilee’s head swim.

“Good, little Marilee. Now, Present.”

Obediently, Marilee kneels up in the Present pose, legs well apart, hands on thighs. She cannot escape the blunt torment beneath her. God how it fills her up the middle! In her Present pose she has full view of Alexa’s charming form as the lovely girl kneels with her head down. Her bottom is red from the gentle flogging Arlene gave her, and now Arlene is dipping Alexa’s black butt plug in the warm oil.

Arlene with an oily finger gives Alexa a quick docility test, sliding a finger smoothly in until her fist presses the girl’s soft pubis. No move from Alexa whatsoever.

“Alright, little Alexa,” Arlene says softly. “This can be easy or hard. I’m going to hold the plug right at your back door. You decide how fast or slow it goes in.”

“Back door,” Lenore cracks. “Is that correct medical terminology?”

Aphrodite and Arlene laugh. “You can say poop chute,” Arlene says, holding the oiled butt plug firmly against Alexa’s stretched crease. “Or bunghole or brown eye.”

“I always cracked up at chocolate starfish.”

“There’s always Hershey Highway, or turd pincher,” Arlene says with a chuckle.

Aphrodite and Lenore groan.

“No doubt about it,” Lenore chuckles, “women are definitely lower than men.”

Alexa meanwhile is wagging her rump in small circles, getting a feel for the blunt thing that wants to get all intimate with her nearly-virgin rectal passage.

Aphrodite speaks up. “Remember, you two little cows, about your first experiences with docility training? Your goal was to show no reaction when someone sticks a finger up your hind end, even someone you don’t know. This might happen when you suddenly have a new Owner who wants to test you, and you must be ready. Now you must also know that a new Owner or even an acquaintance might decide to give you the gift of a bigger butt plug without the slightest notice.”

“Or lubrication,” Lenore says ruefully.

“Yes. Docility training is a big step in becoming sweet and submissive. It is to take away all a woman’s personal privacy. When a little cow loses the privacy of her own body, then she will be known as completely submissive and everyone will love her. Being submissive prepares you for your most important role. Do you know what that is?”

Neither Marilee nor Alexa can answer.

“Motherhood on the Farm,” Aphrodite whispers. “That is your destiny.”

This waiting is too much for Alexa, who at that moment gives a warlike cry and jams her rear end onto the rude black plug. It takes Arlene by surprise, so it doesn’t go all the way in. Alexa is frozen to the spot, hissing through her teeth with her anus stretched to maximum. Arlene reacts by shoving in hard. The plug savagely dominates Alexa’s ass, penetrating far enough to let the girl’s stretched anal ring slither down the narrow waist where it convulsively gulps at the unfeeling object.

Alexa screeches and cannot prevent the tears that follow. Arlene quickly lifts the girl up, embracing her with soft cooing sounds and kissing her as convulsive sobs settle into calm.

Watching Arlene’s deep tonguing of Alexa’s mouth brings for Marilee a stab of jealousy, followed by a sudden understanding of what love is. When Arlene kisses her, the kiss is just as warm, loving, and meant for her as Arlene’s kisses have always been. She knows Arlene wants to lie with her, kiss her, fondle her breasts and suck sweet pussies with her until they both scream. Marilee knows she wants the same with Arlene. She knows that her dear friend Alexa fully deserves that loving with anyone, including Arlene, whenever both of them desire each other. She knows she loves them both the same, and they both love her.

When the two little cows are calm again and both kneeling at Present, Lenore and Arlene kneel beside Aphrodite in the same pose. The five are quiet for a time.

“Good job, ladies,” Arlene says. “You both approached it in your own way, and both of you were successful. Very good. You need to be prepared, for this will happen to you again, perhaps many times. It might be in public, or in private. It could be at the supermarket, if your Owner swings that way. It will never be because someone wants to hurt you. It will always come because someone cares about you very much, and wants your submissiveness to be complete.”

Aphrodite’s calm voice returns them to the here and now. “Marilee, please put your body in the Present pose. Alexa, please kneel behind Marilee.” After the girls have shifted, Aphrodite’s voice comes again. “Alexa, what do you see?”

“I see my sweet love, Marilee, sitting perfectly at Present. Her body is so sublime I wish to hold her in my arms and fondle her everywhere with my mouth. She also has this black golf ball where her anus used to be. I liked the anus better, so ripe for licking. But the black ball tells me she is Owned by someone, and happily so.”

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Swinging each of her legs over Julian’s and mine, respectively. Marie settled back and started to stroke between her knicker-clad thighs with her agile fingers. Her peach coloured directoire knickers glinting in the light from the television.

“Mmm.. Watching you both spurt your loads has made my gusset ever so wet. I don’t think I will need my buzzing pussy-eggs, with you two lovely men at hand, will I?” She sing-songed, with a playful smirk on her full, sexy, dark red lips.

Julian was still breathing heavily, recovering from what seemed like a very intense orgasm. I nodded to Marie in agreement. I looked down at my hand caressing her shapely, sheer tan nylon-clad legs. Recollecting the photograph that accompanied their advertisement we made contact through.

It was of Marie, her back to Julian’s camera, bent over, touching her toes. Dressed in very sheer and shiny tan tights. So much so, they looked almost wet. Her Rubenesque figure and form accentuated by this delightfully, glossy hosiery. Marie’s gorgeous, plump cunt clearly visible through the hose.

A moan from Marie startled me from my reverie. I looked to see her visibly flushed and with the vibrating eggs from her pussy in hand.

“Nice daydream, Rich?” Marie smiled. I laughed, as I explained my pleasurable distraction to her.

“Ooohh! I do remember that well! My dear Julian couldn’t contain himself after that particular photography session. Could you dear?” Marie smiled lovingly at her husband.

“I certainly could not, my love.” Julian turned and nodded with a dirty smile in my direction.

“He gripped my hips and thrust his lovely, hard penis against my big nylon-covered bottom. Didn’t you dear? He shot so much creamy spunk over my new tights, Rich. They were absolutely soaked! Very expensive Wolford ones too, I might add!” She laughed.

I giggled and admitted that was my impulse too, upon seeing the photograph of her fabulous nyloned bottom.

“He Escort Bayan is so like you, Julian! Don’t you think?” Before Julian had a chance to reply, she continued.

“Anyway, boys.. I think this lady is due some pleasure from you both. Right now.” Marie softly commanded.

Julian and I nodded eagerly, as we stood up and discarded our knickers. Julian, slowly and gently, pulled his wife’s down too. Marie pushed herself forward a bit more and raised her legs, akimbo, into the air.

Julian handed me her damp knickers. I eagerly took them, lifting the gusset to my nose to inhale her musky scent. My cock immediately started to twitch back to life.

I remembered Marie having quite a prominent vulva and clitoris. Demonstrated to me, when they sent me a video of her queening Julian.

But, when I gazed upon it then. It was far more vivid in reality. She wasn’t shaven, just trimmed very close. And, her cunt lips were beautifully engorged and red.

Julian caught my admiring stare, as I wrapped Marie’s discarded directoire knickers around my stiffening prick. It twitched frantically. Reacting, as the silky, rayon material cocooned my erection.

“She is fantastic, eh Rich?” Julian asked. Looking with approval as I started to rub myself with Marie’s peach DK’s.

“Well, our young friend, have a peek at this!” His tone full of evident pride and love for his beautiful wife.

He spread her bum cheeks to expose Marie’s anus. At the sight of her lovely, puckered bum hole, I just could not help myself. I dropped to my knees and started to sensitively use my tongue to rim her inviting anal rose.

“You’re right dear.. He is a lot like me!” Julian laughed at my eager response.

“Ooohh, Rich! That is nice!” Marie joyously exclaimed. “Our new young knicker friend is very naughty. Isn’t he, Julian?”

“Just how we like our play mates, my dear.” Julian chuckled.

I pushed my tongue in further. Delighting Bayan Escort in Marie’s reactions to my exploration of her anal passage. Julian proceeded to expertly frig his wife’s excited clitoris. This had her moaning, uncontrollably.

The whole situation, the taste of Marie’s rear hole and of her pussy juices trickling down from her husband’s administrations. Had me stroking my cock, frantic with desire, into Marie’s lovely directoire knickers.

“Come up here, Rich. Beside me.” Marie panted. Patting the empty space on the sofa next to her.

I got up and knelt beside her, as she unbuttoned her cardigan to release her breasts. Lovely, big pendulous orbs with very stiff nipples and large, brown areolae.

I noticed Julian had become hard again and was slowly fisting his lovely looking cock. Marie took and gently guided my hand to her sopping cunt.

Without any further prompting, I slowly slipped three of my fingers into her easily. And, started to ease them in and out of her pussy whilst, at the same time, massaging her slippery clitoris with my thumb.

“That’s it, Rich. Frig-fuck your Aunt Marie’s horny cunt!” She cried out. Making an excited reference to a fantasy we shared in our explicit correspondence.

I looked up to see Julian lubing his hands and prick, before kneeling down in front of Marie.

He started to carefully nudge his stiff member against her bum hole. Teasingly pushing, just slightly, in and out of her lovely anus. Stimulating Marie to yet more moans and sighs of delight. Whilst, at the same time, locating my own anal cherry with his free hand and fingers.

“Oh Julian! Yes!” Marie urged her husband on. ” I want both your lovely, big cocks in my juicy cunt later!” She brazenly exclaimed, clearly in ecstasy.

Writhing sensually, her hand reached out and cupped my balls. Tantalisingly massaging the sensitive area between them and my anus, with her finger.

I gasped, as Julian Escort proceeded to insert his lubricated finger in my anal cherry. He was, thankfully, very gentle in his administrations to my tight back passage. As, besides self-pleasuring on my own, this was the first time I had experienced somebody else’s touch in my young bum hole.

“Uncle Julian is very good with his finger, isn’t he, Rich?” Marie breathlessly murmured. Her eyes misty and glazy with arousal.

Nodding in agreement and panting with pleasure. I concentrated on fucking her sopping wet cunt, faster, with my fingers. I leant forward, taking her right nipple into my mouth. Eagerly, yet tenderly, suckling her breast like some kind of lust-driven offspring.

Marie suddenly stiffened as the orgasm took her. She shook, her pungent juices gushing over my fingers and hand. It took me quite by surprise, the force and intensity of her climax.

The stream of cunt juices that ebbed and flowed from her pussy. Led me to think, for a brief moment, that she had lost control of her bladder. Marie looked beautiful as she spurted her musky wetness. Nor, would I have minded if she had relieved her warm, golden nectar instead!

I withdrew my hand and righted myself. So, as best, to position myself to match the motions of Julian’s expert fingering. I stroked my stiff, pulsating cock. Moaning, as they both tended to my anus and balls.

Marie leant forward to kiss and lick my throbbing, red cock-head. Just, as Julian slowly withdrew his finger from my back passage. Both actions causing me to shudder, gasp and groan. I ached for release and to shed the creamy cum from my balls.

Marie looked up at me, smiling.

“Mmm.. Well, I think we could all use a shower, after that, don’t you?” She winked at me.

“Shall we take our young friend upstairs, my love?” Julian asked, as he started to slowly stroke his eight-inch prick.

“Good thinking, Julian. We do have some fabulous undergarments in the bedroom, our sweet, naughty Nephew. Amongst other things!” Marie purred delectably.

“I think they will look quite adorable on you. Come on, now. Look sharp, both of you. The night is still VERY young!”

To be continued..

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Subject and background.

This is a recap of my first in-person session with a submissive. The subject passed the various pre-session requirements described in my second story “A few good subs” and after an extensive interview and evaluation process I offered him the opportunity to do an in-person session.

I’ll admit upfront that I was a novice at this point, as was my subject. Still, despite out inexperience we had shared several sessions which I think most true submissives would find fascinating and pleasurable. The transcript which follows is edited, but comes from the video recording which captures the session.

My subject is slightly heavyset, 36 years old, about 5′ 7″ and 180 pounds. He has an administrative role for a large company. He is turned on by a number of fetishes, but seems to thrive on the idea of being gradually transformed into a sissy maid and forced to serve me in various ways. When we first started corresponding he did not have a girlfriend, although recently he indicated he has started casually dating.

Prior to our first session we met for coffee where the subject was provided a copy of my contract and I explained in detail what he could expect from me and what I demanded of him. After some discussion and consideration, we agreed on the parameters of our arrangement and the contract was signed.

First session plan

Subject will obtain a room at a designated motel. He has been instructed to check in at 4pm and our session is to begin at 5pm. When he checks in he will be given an envelope containing a blind fold, a pair of cheap clip on earnings and a note which reads as follows:

“Up the street from this hotel is a large discount retail store. Go to that store and buy yourself at least a three pack of panties in your size. Styles and color are up to you. I will arrive at 5pm sharp. When I enter I will find you kneeling in the middle of your hotel room wearing nothing but the earrings, the blindfold and a pair of your new panties with the other two pairs laid out nearby. I won’t have a key to your room so be sure to either stop the lock or leave the door slightly ajar.

* * * * *Session transcript * * * * *

In a Spanish accented voice “Housekeeping, Hello?!”

Laughter….in my own voice “Well well, look what we have here. It’s a good thing I’m not housekeeping or you’d be quite embarrassed. Don’t get up, I’m just setting up my video camera to record our session. It looks like you’ve done a good job of following my instructions. The mint green panties are very cute.”

I pull a couple of items out of an oversized bag, adjust the camera a bit and turn on some lights. Laying my suit jacket over a desk chair I approach the subject and stand in front of him and quite close so that I’m towering over him as he kneels. I’m wearing a tan business skirt, light blue silk blouse with several buttons undone — a lacy navy blue bra can be seen at just the right angle. I’m wearing nude colored stockings and 4 inch caramel sling-back heels.

“Seeing you kneeling there in your panties is arousing and pleases me. I enjoy watching men like you submit. Are you ready to begin your training with me? I’ll remind you that this first session is introductory for both of us. Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Good. As you’ve learned you may call me Ma’am or Mistress. You’re not to speak unless spoken to and I expect you to follow my orders completely and promptly. You’re here to serve me, I’m not here to serve you. Clear?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“I see you are quite hard inside those panties, does it arouse you to submit to me?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Are you nervous or is that all you have down there? It doesn’t look like much from this angle.”

“I guess that’s all I have Ma’am. I think it’s about average.”

“Average. Yes. Well, I’m sure you’d like to think that. Don’t fool yourself, it’s nothing special. It’s a good thing you’ve come to me for training because I don’t see many women being satisfied with that. If you become a good maid and toy boy maybe your girlfriends will at least let you give them some oral.”

“Yes Ma’am. I hope you will train me. I want to learn to serve you.”

“Nice, but just words. We’ll see what you’re capable of.

Before we begin we’ll need to give you a name to be used during these sessions. I’ve come up with two choices let me tell you about them. My first choice I’m increasingly confident about especially after seeing you kneeling down there. My first choice would be to call you Tiny since you’re kinda short for a guy and clearly don’t have too much equipment down there. What do you think of that?”

“As you wish Ma’am. I am short.”

“My second choice would be to call you Muffin. You are small and sweet and carrying a little extra weight just like a muffin. I think I’ve made up my mind, but I’ll ask you what you think. Just remember that anytime I give you a Escort Bayan choice it has consequences, so which do you want to be my Tiny or my Muffin.”

“I’d like to be called Muffin Ma’am.”

“Really? I’d pretty much made up my mind to go with Tiny, but I’ll hear you out. Why would you like to be called Muffin?”

“It’s not really that I like Muffin….err, well, they are both good names, but I’ve been called Tiny and Small Fry and stuff like that all my life because of my size. There’s not much I can do about that so I don’t really like Tiny that much, but it’s your choice of course Ma’am. You asked what I liked and that’s why I picked Muffin.”

“That’s a reasonable answer and I’m not a mean mistress. You want to be called Muffin so Muffin it shall be. Maybe Muffie some times too. That has a nice ring to it. You’re my little muffin. Muffie the sissy maid. Why don’t you try it. Who are you?”

“I’m Muffin Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.”

“Good, so that’s settled. I’ll remind you later, but your first homework assignment will be to set up an e-mail address that includes your new name. From now on that is how I will communicate with you.

Now, on to business. The first thing you must learn is how to greet me. Let me remove your blindfold, but keep your gaze turned down at my feet.

So when you have been invited to be in my presence I will expect you to promptly kneel before me at about this distance or where specified. When I’m ready to acknowledge your presence I will slide my left foot slightly forward.

You will kiss the toe of my left shoe and then say ‘Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ You will then kiss the toe of my right shoe and say, ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’ Go ahead and try it.

“Thank you mistress for letting me serve you.’

“It is my uhh, honor to serve you.”

“Close, but not good enough. The phases are ‘Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ And ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’ You must say it correctly, clearly and with sincerity. No umms or uhhs. Again.

“Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ “Umm its my honor to serve you and to serve all women.”

“Better, but still not correct. Once more. ‘Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ And ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’ Go ahead.”

“Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’

“Louder”

“Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’

‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’

“Once more, very loud. If we have neighbors I want them to be able to hear you.”

“Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’

“That will be enough for now. Be sure to practice this. You must be perfect on this or you will be punished, it is just the least of the things I will teach you.

I think we need to talk about your girlfriend for a minute. What did you say her name was?”

“I don’t think I said Ma’am. It’s Tammy Ma’am. We’ve gone out just three times.”

“(Sternly) Keep your head down and focused on my feet. I’ll let you know if you may look at me. It was good that you mentioned her. It’s normally my rule I won’t do sessions if you have any attachments. I made an exception in your case because I doubt it will last. So tell me about Tammy, is she pretty? Is she a good cook? Why did you ask her out when I was training you on-line?”

“No Ma’am. I’m sorry Ma’am. She’s, someone I’ve known awhile and she’s like a friend so I thought…well.”

“Is she pretty? Let’s say I’m and eight out of ten, what’s Tammy?”

“You’re not an eight Ma’am. You’d be a ten. She’s maybe a six.”

“Yes, so she’s four points less than me is what you’re saying. So if I’m an eight Tammy is a four. So tell me about Tammy the four. Does she have big breasts? Does she dominate you too? What’s the story? What’s her best feature?”

“I guess……I don’t know, she’s just nice. I guess, I’don’t know, she has a cute butt, Ma’am.”

“A cute butt. Tammy the four has a cute butt and I bet you’ve already dreamed about kissing it. You’d make a good ass licker. Have you kissed her butt yet? How far have you gotten with her? Does Tammy the four put out for you?”

“No Ma’am. I’ve only kissed her good night.”

“Just as well then. I’m sure she’ll be disappointed when she sees what you’re packing. I expect even Tammy the four has seen better than that. It would be Muffin’s four for Tammy the four…ha, ha..

“So you said she’s nice. Don’t you think I’m nice?”

“You’re nice too Ma’am. She’s just, you know, a friend. I didn’t know if I’d ever get to see you. She’s just, someone to go out with. When I’m not serving you. I want to serve you.”

“So I asked you to get rid of all of your body hair before this session. Bayan Escort What will Tammy the four have to say about that. Does she know you keep shaved? I wouldn’t want Tammy the four with the sweet butt to be angry at me. What’s the story?”

“I don’t know Ma’am. She won’t know for awhile probably.”

“So what will you tell her when she asks? Will you tell her the truth, that your Mistress made you get rid of the hair so you could get sissy training? Will you tell her that?”

“No. I mean…I’d have to come up with something…uhh Ma’am.”

“Yes well, I guess it’s good to know you’re in the habit of lying to your girlfriends. I’m sure you know that if you lie to me there will be consequences.

Please stand for inspection and thank me for making you get rid of your nasty body hair.”

“Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am. Thank you for asking me to get rid of all of my body hair. I want to be a proper clean shaven sissy for you.”

I spend a few minutes generally inspecting the shaving job, which as far as I can tell is pretty thorough.

“It looks like you’ve done a pretty good job. I expect you to maintain at least this level whenever you are in my presence.”

“Yes Ma’am”

(Removing a razor from my purse) “Please go to the bathroom and double check the area around your tiny dick. I’m not going to remove your panties to check right now, but if I do, I want that cock which is about the size of an eight year olds to look just as bald — got it?”

“Yes Ma’am”

Subject heads to the bathroom as ordered. I check the contents of the mini bar, pull a few items from my bag and then make myself comfortable in an easy chair in the corner of the room picking up a magazine and that I begin thumbing through.

Subject emerges from bathroom, looking puzzled as to what he should do.

Excuse me, Ma’am? I’ve checked my shave. Should I kneel?

I ignore him and continue to look at my magazine for about five minutes. Subject stands nervously awaiting a response.

“Did I ask you to speak to me? Could you not see I was reading?”

“No Ma’am. Sorry Ma’am. I should have waited for you to address me.”

“Do you think you should be standing?”

(Kneels) “No Ma’am. Sorry Ma’am.”

“Why are still wearing panties? Do you think I can inspect whether you’ve done a good job with panties on?”

(Blushes, head down) “No Ma’am, sorry Ma’am. This is all new to me. I didn’t know what to do? Sorry Ma’am.”

“Your apology is noted. Lose the panties and come stand before me, hands above your head.”

Subject leaves panties and walks naked to stand in front of Mistress, his nakedness a contrast to mistress in her professional dress.

Mistress leans forward to inspect his legs, then indicates with a small hand gesture for subject to turn around. “Hmmmm, good enough, I suppose. Its hard to believe, but that cock looks even smaller with no hair around it. You look like an eight year old. Go put your panties back on and come back here.”

Subject retreats to where he left the panties, returns a few seconds later wearing the plain mint green nylon panties he wore at the beginning of the session. His hard cock tenting the front.

“Submission really makes you hard doesn’t it boy? You’ll be whacking off for days over this won’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am. Probably.”

“Well, we have a solution for that. It will be part of your homework. For now though you still need some maid training. Let’s start with a nice apron. I’m sure a mama’s boy like you knows how to tie on a nice frilly apron. Can you do that?”

Mistress hands over a full ruffled pinafore/apron. Subject puts the top part over his head and then ties the strings behind his back.

“Not bad. You have some practice with aprons don’t you? How about a nice curtsey now. No, maybe not. You’ll need training on that. Lets finish the dressing. My goodness look how hard you are? If you get any more excited you might become Muffin the five.

Lean forward, I think a good maid needs a bit of lipstick don’t you?”

“Uhhhmmm, yes Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.”

“Ask for it.”

“May I please have some lipstick Ma’am. I want to be a good maid for you and a sissy maid should have lipstick.”

“Yes I think you’re right. From now on, when you are in my presence I expect you to be wearing panties and lipstick. Understood?”

“Yes Ma’am. Panties and lipstick.”

I apply an exaggerated swath of bright carmine red lipstick all around his puckered lips.

“There you are. One very adorable hairless sissy maid in panties, pinny, lippy and earrings. You forgot about the earrings didn’t you. Maybe a thank you would be in order?”

“Thank you Ma’am. Thank you letting me be your maid.”

“Ohhh, you’re far from my maid. My maid wouldn’t look like a man in an apron. My maid would be fully feminized from head to toe. No. You’re just a sissy-boy not Escort even a sissy girl. A sissy with a small pitiful cock that enjoys serving women. You have a long way to go to be my maid.

Why don’t you go look at yourself at the mirror for a few minutes. See how very pretty you look. Get a good image of your humiliating appearance in your mind.”

Subject goes to a mirror and stands looking at himself in the full length reflection

“Go ahead get a full eyeful. Raise your apron and look at your hard little dickie in the pretty panties. Let’s see some nice lipstick pouts as well. This is what you wanted. You wanted to be a sissy maid. I don’t want you to think I didn’t give you a chance to really enjoy the experience.”

Red faced subject raises his apron and makes some kissy faces at the mirror while looking at himself. He remains there for about 10 minutes while mistress periodically taunts him.

“I see you’ve added some blush to your look, very pretty.”

“Don’t stain those panties now, a maid must be neat and clean”

“Dance a little while you watch yourself, practice being graceful in your ruffles”

“Put your hands on your hips and give me a pretty little pouty face now”

“Show some dimples while you smile at yourself”

“Enough for now, come back in front of me and show me how you curtsey.”

Subject crosses the room and stands about three feet in front of mistress. He curtsies by bending slightly and crossing his left leg slightly behind his right.

“My goodness Muffy, you already know how to curtsey quite well. Did Tammy teach you that? Do you curtsey for her? Or was it your Mom or aunty that taught you to be such a good girl?”

“Thank you Ma’am. I just practiced myself.”

“A sissy even when no one is around. You must be very proud of yourself, spending your time perfecting your sissy skills on your own. Once more please, but dip a little lower and I’d like to see you point your toe a bit as it slides behind. Also please say ‘My pleasure Ma’am’ as you do it.”

(Subject curtsies as instructed) “My pleasure Ma’am.”

“Let’s see your maid skills. I could use a drink.”

“May I get you something to drink Ma’am”

“A curtsey please as you take my order. Again”

(A deep curtsey as instructed) “May I get you something to drink Ma’am.”

“Yes you may Muffin. I’ll have a Grey Goose on the rocks.”

Subject heads to the mini bar and removes a miniature bottle of Grey Goose, then returns to stand in front of Mistress silently waiting to be recognized.

After a minute. “Is there a problem Muffin? It’s quite a simple drink.”

“I’m sorry Ma’am. I don’t have any ice Ma’am. May I get you something different?”

“Perhaps a curtsey would be in order when you tell me you are sorry that you are not able to meet my needs. A little deference goes a long way for a maid. Perhaps there is a good reason why you can’t go down the hall and get me some ice for my drink?”

(Curtsey) “Ummm please Ma’am. I can’t, I mean, it wouldn’t be appropriate, like this I mean….”

I leave him hanging for a few minutes glaring at him with as hard of a glare I can muster. While I don’t want him walking the halls as he is, I want him to think that is what I’m considering.

“Yes well. I can see you’re not quite ready for that. I’d be embarrassed for anyone to even know you were training with me. Perhaps a scotch and water then. Just tap water will be fine. Not too much.”

(Curtsey) “Yes Ma’am, right away Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am”

Subject prepares drink as requested and returns. Curtsies and places drink beside Mistress on the nearby table. He stands awkwardly for about 30 seconds, being ignored, then kneels.

(Mistress takes a sip of the drink) “Not bad muffie. There is hope for you yet. Put the blindfold on and remain in position, hands at your side while I finish my drink. So you will have something to do, when you hear me place my glass back on the table, I want you to rub your little sissy boobies for one full minute. Make your little nipples nice and aroused.

Please be sure you’re not leaking into your panties as well. I know I said you’d have an opportunity for release this first session and I will give you that when I’m finished.”

I pulled a small vibrator out of my bag and rubbed it against my clit, through my stockings and panties. As I had hoped, it was quite arousing bossing him around and his sissy blushes had made me quite wet. The hum of the vibe could be plainly heard and it was clear Muffin was very hard at the thought of me bringing myself off right in front of him. Several times his arms twitched from his side as he fought the urge to touch himself.

For the next thirty minutes I teased myself periodically emitting moans of pleasure. I also took regular sips from my drink and occasionally set the glass down without sipping it just to make him tease himself.

While watching him kneel before me was arousing, I wasn’t quite able to bring myself off although I was definitely highly aroused and soupy wet. Deciding to leave myself unfulfilled, I repositioned myself, put away my toy and continued the session.

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Over the next couple of weeks, work and life went back to the normal routine. Well fairly normal anyway. That nights events were not mentioned, a couple of nights it was hinted at and sex was very explosive afterward. Then came the obligatory time of the month cooling off period, then things went strange.

Her friend Gina was coming over more often and they were talking a quietly then stopping when I entered the room or they thought I was trying to eavesdrop. Not sure what they were up to so I confronted Louise on the strange behavior and her response was evasive; “She just has some things going on that she wants to talk to me about.” And she would say no more on the matter, even went so far as to give me head, which she really detests doing, to distract and redirect my attentions. The following Friday I knew that her rag was just about over and as my luck would have it, Louise had plans to be over at another friends house. I wasn’t invited so I am thinking I would get a porno or something to pass the time till she got home.

Stopping at the adult video / book store I gravitated over to the section on bi action remembering the conversation with Louise on her friends fantasy. And her hinting at the two guys thing. So I grab this movie called “Mile Bi Club” and “Cum Eating Cuckolds”. I pop in the cuckold flick and while the whole watching your wife have sex was ok and I was getting a rise at the action, I would soon lose it when the females would start belittling their ‘husbands’ just couldn’t handle the whole humiliation part. I traded out the videos and was intrigued by the guys sucking other guys and stuff, I just wasn’t sure I could handle the kissing or backdoor action. The more I thought about it, the more I thought that kissing was way out of the question, but I would try the sucking dick or taking one up the ass.

About seven that night there is a knock on the door. I look out the window to see that it is Gina. OK so that is strange I think to myself; ” Hey, Gina, Louise is over at Debbie’s place babysitting till Debbie gets home, she had to work late.”

“Oh, I know that, you gonna let me in or what?” she responds.

Now I am sort of panicking because I have a porno on the TV, one I rented on the way home, one I am not sure that Louise would be happy to see me watching. Not only that I only have my boxers on, a raging hard-on that is starting to subside with my panic.

“Uh… yeah give me a second.” And I go to close the door the door and I guess I didn’t get it closed, because as I turn around to grab some pants and click off the vcr, I hear her say: “don’t turn that off on my account.” I turn around, shocked, “Er.. sorry. Was just getting my pants back on.”

Gina laughs out loud and pulls the door shut. “Hmm does Louise know what you do while she is out?”

“uh, yeah sorta.” I stammer

“oh don’t worry about it.” Then she sees what is on the screen one guy is caught in the middle, with his dick in a woman while another guy is ramming a cock into his ass. “oh I have this one at home, its my favorite. ” She then plops down on the couch, on top of the remote, so now I have to turn off the set manually which means going across the room in my shorts. Well screw it I think and plop down in the chair and start pulling my jeans back on. Just as I get ready to stand back up pulling them the rest of the way on I look over to see Gina rubbing herself through her jeans. Stunned I just watch her.

Gina is maybe five foot two, and is well over two hundred pounds. Blonde hair and blue eyes, monster big tits that Escort Bayan I can only imagine how big her nipples are. She has a fairly narrow waist, not a big belling but she has wide hips and large ass. I can see her nipples are starting to strain against her bra and I am starting to get a hard-on again.

“um… maybe you should go, Gina.” I say

“Sorry, that is my favorite part, it just gets me so hot.”

“you wouldn’t be able to see it yourself if you were the woman, you know.”

“Sure I could, if there was a mirror there. Besides I look at it this way, if I get to watch one guy fuck another up the ass, I would be so hot I will have to jump on and get some myself,” Gina replied, still watching the action playing out on the TV. Then she turned to me, seeing I had started getting turned on, “So what about you?”

“What about me?” I replied, leery of where this conversation was going. I sure didn’t want to tell her about the conversation between Louise and I concerning Gina’s fantasy.

“Well you sure got all excited watching Louise get banged by Jason, right? So maybe next time you want to be in the room, maybe get your ass banged as well? Not that Jason would be game for that, I tried to get him interested, and well he wasn’t game. But you sit here jerking off to some pretty hot action.” While pouring out her knowledge of what I thought was my personal sex life she was tweaking a nipple and had unzipped her tight jeans. “It makes me think that Louise might be able to get you to do some pretty hot guy on guy stuff, even though her only interest is to have two guys stuffed into her at one time.”

“I really think it would be a good idea for you to go, Gina.”

Gina laughed at this, “OK I will behave. Well for a little while anyway. So you think she is at Debbie’s place, huh? Yeah, she is over there, but there aren’t any kids there, they are at Debbie’s sisters and Louise is getting rammed hard by Jason right about now.”

I noticed she was watching my waist as she said this, and sure enough my dick gave a twitch at the memory of that night, inspired by what she was saying. Then it occurred to me that either this was true, or Gina is just saying it to see if I would get mad or aroused, then it dawned on me that if true, Louise lied to me to go fuck someone else.

All of this flashed through my brain and spun around in circles for who knows how long, I came back to reality with a jerk as I felt Gina wrap her hand around my now fully hard dick. In a husky voice as though thick with her own lust she said, “well you may feel betrayed about her lying to you, but you sure like the thought of her bending over while he fucks her brains out.” She continued stroking my cock telling me how thick it was and she really did want to barrow it sometime, ” but I can’t tonight. But you better put that monster up for now.” With that she moved back over to the couch looking at me with a secret smile on her face. I took that opportunity to stuff my dick fully back in my jeans and get them fastened properly.

“So now what? You gonna wait for her to get home or what?” I asked as I moved to turn the tv off, pull the tape out and put all of that stuff away. I decided then I needed to leave if she wasn’t going to.

“Yeah, she is expecting me to be here keeping you company.” Gina replied.

“OK, well I am gonna run these videos back, I will be back after a bit.” And out I went, I could hear her laugh at my sudden departure. I was pretty sure she didn’t see the other video I rented and I really didn’t want Bayan Escort her telling Louise or worse mentioning it in public that I was curious about cuckold action that I am being drug into with very little of my own input. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for the guy on guy stuff and I sure didn’t know if I wanted to go down on her after some other guy had been there. It made my dick hard again thinking about it but at the same time it kind of grossed me out.

I managed to think of other things long enough for the swelling in my jeans to subside long enough to return the videos and get back to the trailer. Sure enough Louise was home before I was. “Well,” I thought to myself, “if she did do as Gina said, she had plenty of time to get banged good an hard and will probably not want anything to do with me.”

I got in the door and there was Louise in nothing but the t-shirt she had worn to work and the panties she had on, no bra or jeans. Her and Gina were sitting on the couch together talking. Gina was flushed and her nipples were again straining in her bra, and as has been their habit lately they stopped talking the minute I walked in. “So you took off before I could ask what you thought of that cum eating cuckolds movie you had?” Gina popped off with before I even had the door fully shut.

“Do what?” I asked brilliantly.

“Oh I forgot to mention I know the guy that was working the register and I asked him what you rented before I got here. So what did you think of guys going down on their wives after the wife had been quite thoroughly screwed by another guy?” Not a giggle, just dead-pan serious. Both of them sat there expectantly looking at me.

“I didn’t have a chance to watch it.” I lied. “I was kind of curious if that sort of thing really happened but it would probably be kind of gross, but like I said I didn’t see it so I don’t know.”

“hmm well I for one am seriously interested in what other porn you watch when I am not around” Louise stated, letting her leg slide open. So I could see her crotch and.. it was soaked.

I sat down in the chair and she shifted her self so that I had a full view of the wet crotch of her panties. It was like she had done just what Gina said and was now flaunting it. With both of them staring at me no less.

“OK” I ask, “What gives, you two have been tight and tight lipped like you have some major stuff planned out, so if I am supposed to be a part of it, I would like to know so I can at least have a say.”

They just looked at each other and laughed. “Well I gotta go, anyway, talk to you later Louise.” Gina said as she got up to go.

“Now wait a second, that isn’t an answer…” I started to say. But they ignored me totally and Gina was out the door and Louise, who now had her back to me as she said her goodbye’s to Gina semi bent over and I noticed that her panties are soaked not just in her crotch but half way up her ass crack. Just like she had been indeed fucked hard and put her panties on right after and drove home. I was thunder struck.

Louise apparently got tired of waiting on me to respond to some question, and lightly tapped the side of my face to get my attention. As I came to I noticed she was now topless with only her wet panties on. I also noticed the hickeys on her breasts above and around her nipples. Three good sized ones and couple of small ones on her belly. “Gina wasn’t lying.” I said softly too stunned for words.

“Nope.” No equivocation, nothing just flat straight out telling it like it was. Worse standing there hands on Escort her ample hips flaunting her freshly fucked body. “Question is are you man enough to get up here and fuck me too?” Not waiting for an answer she said; “Strip”

Shocked clear to my fingertips I stood up dumbly and started striping. Louise laughed huskily as she saw my already hard cock standing out, seven inches but very thick. “Well get on with it, get it all off.” She stated impatiently, “now get down on your knees, baby.”

As I complied with her request, she turned around and bent over slightly, “here baby check out this ass you love so much, be a sweetie and pull off my panties. No wait a second, on second thoughts come with me down the hall here.”

I got up and she took my hand leading me down the hall. I could smell the musky sent of her and that added something. With a churning gut I realized that it must be Jason I was smelling, or whomever gave her those hickeys anyway. We got about half way down the hall, and she turned me about facing her then pushed me back till I was up against the wall.

With a sharp intake of breath; “easy, that wall is cold!” then she pushed down on my shoulders, her hickey laden breasts right in my face as she pushed me down to my knees.

Now I was totally at a loss here, as she got me down to my knees and my back against the wall she turned back around wriggling her ass at me again, ” now you can take my panties off baby. Come on.”

I slid the down over her ample hips and the smell of her and what I was assuming was Jason hit me full on in the face. As I got them down to her ankles she stepped out of one leg so she could spread her feet farther apart bracing them.

“What don’t you want my ass anymore? I see that rock hard cock of yours, telling me otherwise…” she said as she eased her ass back into my face.

Then I realized I had nowhere to go, not that I really wanted to but then I was too busy as she started grinding her ass in my face, I started licking her crack nibbling her ass cheeks then she really got to business as I buried my tongue in her tight ass hole. Then before I knew it she was bent further over and her soaked pussy was in my face.

“That’s right I knew you wanted it, lick that dirty pussy!” she proceeded then to really start grinding it into my face as she came.

She fell forward, catching herself against the opposite wall and breathing really hard. I just stayed where I was as it sunk in what I had done, how I had been played. I tasted him all over her and ignored it mostly during the heat of the moment, as she knew I would. She knew I would be all over her ass and would get carried away.

“Come on lover boy.” Louise said as she roughly grabbed my wrist and yanked me up onto my feet. She then drug me the rest of the way down the hall and slung me onto the bed.

Not one to hold back she pounced on top of me, “Damn you look so hot with my cum and Jason’s all over your face.” Then proceed to lift up just enough to put my cockhead at the entrance to her then drop down with all of her weight onto it all at once.

I had taken the moment to wipe my face and look at my hand to see, indeed there was what appeared to be mans cum in addition to the wetness from her. Then the full sensation of being buried into a wet hot pussy registered and she lifted back up to shove her tits into my face demanding I suck on them, bite on them.

Then she rammed herself back down hard on my cock and sat back with all of her weight on me hands behind her hair pushing it up, tits thrust out and she started to gyrate her hips rolling and grinding, milking my cock. “Don’t you think I am sexy, my freshly fucked look?” My answer was my cock exploding deep in her, and her response was a laugh and; “yeah I thought so big boy, wait till tomorrow…”

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Katie was a senior at the Rosemont Academy for Girls in California, having just transferred across the country due to her father’s job relocation. One of the perks of the company was a private education from one of the gender-specific college prep. schools in town, both were highly lauded and nationally respected. Katie wasn’t too pleased to be starting over during her senior year, so she made a plan to avoid everyone and just get out of town as quickly as possible. Despite her frustrations, she was very pleased with her classes so far and the school was living up to its reputation by preparing the teenage girls for placement in some of the nation’s best universities. Katie was on her way toward her next class, Advanced Spanish when she crashed into a student.

CRASH!

Katie scrambled to her feet, her chest somewhat sore but otherwise she seemed to be OK. She looked over at the other student “I’m so sorry, hear let me help you up!” Katie extended her hand to the small, petite girl she had just barreled over. She helped the girl up quickly and was surprised to see the Asian girl beaming a bright smile when they finally made eye contact. “Sorry about that again, I didn’t see you and anyways my name is Katie.”

“It’s no problem, Katie, I’m Mika and it was my fault,” Mika said cutely, still smiling at the taller blond in front of her. “But you might need to watch where you’re going, you never know what you might run into!” Mika said before turning away from Katie and soon disappeared in the moving crowd of students. Katie thought it was odd that Mika seemed so nonchalant about being knocked over, but maybe it was that West Coast California attitude. Katie rubbed her chest and inspected her school uniform. She huffed in frustration about having to wear this ridiculous outfit sometimes, but at least it was cute. She had a plaid skirt with black knee-high socks, a white collared shirt, and a blue blazer. She longed for days back at her old high school to wear cute shirts with her jeans that showed off her trim figure very well. Katie made her way across the hall into Spanish class and settled in to learn more about the Spanish language which she was already nearly fluent in!

Throughout the class, Katie kept itching her chest a little and noticed that her chest was sore. “That Mika girl sure packed a punch,” she said as she shakes her head to refocus on the test in front of her. It was a warm spring day in Rosemont, and she felt that the classroom must have still had the heat on because she was burning up. Katie found that it was hard to focus on the test, everything else seemed to be distracting her not to mention her chest was still tender and itched like crazy. She finished the exam and prepared her backpack to go to her last class of the day when she suddenly doubled over in pain and ran toward the girls’ bathroom. Once inside, she threw off her backpack and looked at herself in the mirror. She was sweaty from the heat of the last class, and her school uniform wasn’t helping matters either. The beautiful blond looked down at her chest where the tenderness was coming from and noticed that her blue blazer had two very tiny holes in it. Katie took off her blazer and found corresponding holes in her white shirt, which she opened and noticed her chest was red and slightly swollen. “What the hell? Did I get stabbed by something?” She said to no one in particular. There wasn’t any blood showing and it didn’t seem to be very deep, but the marks on her chest were very tender.

She was buttoning up her blazer and felt a wave of pain erupt from her chest that doubled her over and almost sent her to the floor. Her internal temperature seemed to be rising too, she felt warm all over and could feel the sweat running down her brow. Escort Bayan Katie struggled to get back to her feet and took another look at herself in the mirror. She moaned in pain as her chest felt really hot and very sore, she was unbuttoning her blazer again and noticed that the top few buttons seemed to be a little more taut than usual. Katie took off her blazer and she could feel the cooler air invading her skin, which felt great against her hot and sweaty skin. The young blond looked around the bathroom and saw that nobody was around, so she unbuttoned a few buttons on her white collared shirt and pulled back the shirt.

Her boobs were slightly swollen and were straining her B-cup bra, and they felt like there were on fire! Katie could feel the cool air tickling her skin, all the sweat was now cooling her off in the cool bathroom air. She immediately tried to find out a source for the swelling and began taking inventory of everything she had eaten in the last 24 hours and trying to remember if she was allergic to anything. Katie was drawing blanks as to the cause of the swelling, though it didn’t seem to be affecting any other part of her body so she counted that as a good thing.

RRRIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGG!

“Oh no, the bell rung! I can’t be seen like this!” Katie exclaimed and decided to hide in one of the bathroom stalls. Her chest was still on fire and she was stifling painful moans as best as she could. Katie could hear the bathroom filling up with other girls and tried her best to keep herself quiet as the other girls milled about and talked about boys.

“Have any of you seen Katie?” Asked someone, seemingly in a panic. The bathroom just got quiet and no one gave a response to the question, the girls just went back to what they were doing. “Ugh, well if you see her tell her that I’m looking for her!” The panicked girl ran out of the bathroom and the conversation resumed about which guy on the football team was going out with which girl.

“Who’s Katie?” Asked one other girl.

“Who knows, that girl was probably just looking for her girlfriend!” Laughed one of the girls.

“Why do you say that Allie?”

“I’ve seen that Asian girl around the school, she’s always checking me out. I catch her looking at my boobs all the time.”

Katie’s eyes widen at hearing “Asian girl” and knew it was probably Mika! Maybe she was looking for me because she knows what’s going on with my boobs. Katie patiently waits until the girls leave the bathroom and can hear the last class bell ring. She is about to emerge from the bathroom stall but another wave of pain forces her to the fall, sweat dripping off her forehead. Her whole body feels unbelievably hot and she can feel sweaty all over. Katie tells herself that this isn’t normal and she begins to feel very tired, her eyelids barely staying open. “This…this…ca…can’t…hap..hap…happen,” the blond says as she falls asleep on the fall of the bathroom.

Katie wakes up, her eyes shoot open and she takes in her surroundings. She is still on the floor and feels very warm still, though her temperature has gone down a little. Katie tries to get up and yelps in surprise at her chest, which has grown significantly! Katie shrieks and takes a seat on the toilet, looking down at her huge boobs hanging off her chest. They are still very sore but now the pain has been replaced with a pleasant warmness, something she’d best describe as butterflies in her stomach. The teenage girl gets up from the seat and nearly falls face-first into the stall door, unadjusted to her new weighty chest.

Katie finds her balance and exits the stall as best as she can, her boobs press against her chest as she wedges through the narrow door. She looks at her Bayan Escort reflection in the mirror, her upper body is dominated by her newly grown boobs. She tentatively brushes her hand across her exposed chest and shudders in reaction to the intense pleasure radiating from her boobs. Katie struggles to stay focused on finding help but her painfully erect nipples are so sensitive, she can even feel warm dampness emanating from between her legs. She slides her hand across her breasts, her skin feels electric as her dainty hand lightly touches the upper swells of her volleyball-sized rack. Katie let out a pleasurable moan and tweaks her nipple, her voice catches in her throat and all she feels is an intense pleasure.

“Foc…foc…focus Katie…get…help,” she says to herself and stops clutching her sensitive mounds. Katie studies herself and walks slowly out of the bathroom, her eyes adjusting to the darkness.

Katie doesn’t hear any of the student millings about the halls and realizes that she must have passed out and school is over for the day. The halls are darkened, the only light is coming from the bathroom. Katie knows she needs to go see a doctor, breasts don’t grow huge so suddenly, right? Katie grabs her backpack and the discarded blazer then starts walking down the hall toward the exit. She hears other footsteps and thinks that someone else must be here still, “maybe they can help me!” Katie says to herself trying to force her tired legs to move faster. She reaches the end of the hallway and steps into the light of the main hallway, only to discover that no one is there. Katie looks around very confused but still hears footsteps and they sound like they are getting closer.

“Hello? Is anybody there? I think I need…sme…help” Katie calls out to the neighboring hallways.

Katie turns around and sees Mika walking toward her, which Katie immediately feels a weight of relief upon seeing the petite Asian girl. Mika smiles brightly at Katie and runs over to her “I found you! Finally! Katie, I’ve been looking all over for you!” Mika gets close to Katie and her eyes focus on Katie’s newly expanded chest. Katie feels Mika’s eyes on her chest and blushes slightly, realizing that her chest is mostly uncovered for all the world to see.

Before Katie can say anything further, Mika quickly reaches out and feels Katie’s chest. “It worked! Yes!” Mika cries out, eyes full of pleasure.

“Mika…I’m so glad to…wait, it worked? What worked?” Katie exclaims as she bats the invading hands away from her chest.

“My breast growth formula! It worked! Your boobs are huge!” Mika says copping another feel of Katie’s breasts. “This morning when we collided, I was running to test out this formula on a friend but I just happen to run into you. When I collided into you, the injection must have gone through your uniform and into your bloodstream. I saw the injector wasn’t in my hand and grabbed it quickly from your chest and hid it from your sight.”

Katie couldn’t process this information, this strange Asian girl had meant for her to grow huge? But why?

“Mika, just tell me how we can stop it! I don’t want these huge breasts!” Katie said, still full of shock at Mika’s revelation.

“Oh…well that’s not possible. You see, this formula, it keeps replicating itself in your DNA. So, you really can’t get it out of your system. The good news is that it doesn’t look like the second part of the growth has affected you yet.”

“What second part of the growth? You mean I’m going to grow more?” Katie shrieked at the news.

“Oh yes, you’re going to grow much bigger. Soon, your milk production will kick into overdrive too!”

“NOO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Katie shouted at the small Escort Asian girl. “You can’t be serious!”

“Well if you’ll just come with me, we can go back to my house and I can properly get all the scientific information I need,” Mika said, absently licking her lips as she stared as Katie’s bulbous breasts.

“I’m not your guinea pig you freak!” yelled Katie, finally comprehending the gravity of the situation and Mika’s intentions.

Katie began to run away from the shorter girl, trying to disappear into the darken hallways again and hoping that she could get away from Mika. Mika quickly ran in front of Katie and pushed the taller girl up against the wall. Katie was surprised how strong Mika was, as she was preventing most of her attempts at getting away. Katie could feel her breasts pressing outward again, which seemed to delight Mika.

“Oooh, they are growing! Isn’t this so cool? You’re going to be so much bigger too! Now, come with me and you’ll be safe…who knows you might even enjoy this!” Mika said as she got closer to Katie’s large chest, the smaller girl nuzzling Katie’s boobs lovingly. Katie tried to break free from Mika’s grip but seemed powerless to do so, she could only fidget while Mika rubbed her face against Katie’s growing chest. Mika extended her tongue and brushed it lightly around Katie’s areola, enjoying the crinkled skin and wrapped her mouth around one of Katie’s nipples. Katie’s mind was awash in terror and pleasure at the same time, she couldn’t believe she was in this position and that Mika was tonguing her breasts. Mika sucked a few times on Katie’s hardened nipple and was rewarded with a few tiny droplets of milk. Mika savored the taste of milk on her tongue and eagerly sucked Katie’s extended nipple with fervor. After about 10 seconds of suckling, Mika released the trapped nipple from her warm mouth and looked up at Katie.

“You taste delicious!” Mika said as her eyes rolled back in her head. Mika went back in for another taste and was so consumed with the task at hand that she loosened her grip on Katie’s hands. Katie fought to get free and managed to knock Mika over with her enlarged breasts, then she took off running down the dark hallway trying to disappear. Katie was running as best as she could, which was difficult in her current state. She ducked into a darkened hallway, trying desperately to avoid Mika who was in pursuit. Katie could hear Mika’s footsteps approaching the darkened hallway, but the young blond couldn’t see where her pursuer was. The sound of footsteps disappeared, and Katie spent a few minutes trying to calm her breath from running down the hallways of the school. Katie hadn’t heard footsteps in several minutes and decided the coast was clear, she stepped out from her hiding spot and make a break for the exit. She ran through the exit doors and was greeted by blackness and an arm wrapped around her face, suddenly sleep sounded like a good idea and the blond-haired girl shut her eyes while muttering “who…areeeeee yyou…”.

Mika appeared in the school’s exit, looking at the large man standing over Katie. “Get her loaded up, we have to move her quickly while we still can!” She called over to the large man as she started walking toward a black van in the parking lot. Mika’s mind was doing backflips, she couldn’t believe her breast growth formula worked that well and had tasted that great! Mika couldn’t wait to get Katie back to her lab so she could further examine the young blond and drink more of her deliciously creamy milk. The large man was behind Mika as they arrived at the black van and he proceeded to load Katie into the back of the van, while Mika went around the driver’s side door and took her seat. “Is she secure?” The large man just grunted in response, and the van sped off to Mika’s lab. The small Asian grinning in immense satisfaction that her experiment had turned out so well and saying to herself “Katie my dear, tomorrow you are going to be a huge hit at school when everyone sees your milky boobs!”

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Mary and David got together after their first marriages ended; his without children, her’s with two. They moved slowly since both had rushed into first marriages, with disastrous results. Mary’s was worse and actually involved physical abuse. Mary’s mother had never liked her first husband, Fred, and they had had a falling out over it before it was obvious that mother had been right about him all along. Even though Mary had admitted she was wrong about Fred to her mom there were apparently other issues behind their estrangement, not the least of which was the fact that she and David were together without mom having had the chance to “weigh in” on his worthiness. For her own sake and the sake of her children, Mary wanted to reestablish a relationship with her mother, the children’s grandmother. She warned David that her mother could be difficult, opinionated and very easily offended at times.

Mary was a “Change of Life” baby. Momma Ann, as she liked to be called, was in her 60’s. Mary’s dad had died of cancer some half dozen years before, and perhaps that also fueled the urgency of mending these family fences. In any event, the children were excited that Momma Ann would be coming to dinner, and they got out the best dishes.

Momma Ann had been a nurse. Her husband had been a cabinet maker and was quite skilled in working with wood. Momma Ann seemed pleasant enough, but there was a “gruffness” about her that went a little beyond the voice deepened by age. She was apparently used to getting her way in even the most minor of things. David thought he understood where a little of the discord had come from between Mary and her mother.

It was getting into the summer and the house seemed awful warm. David went to lower the thermostat but Mary said her mom was a little chilled and could we leave it where it was. He reluctantly agreed, because after all it was about making her mom feel welcome. But the uncomfortable heat was really getting to him, and making him perhaps a bit more irritable than he realized. When Momma Ann made a snippy remark that it was like a freezer in here and couldn’t we do anything about that, he snapped back with “Are you kidding!? It’s like an oven in here. Everyone is sweating!”

Let’s just say it quickly went downhill from there with Momma Ann making a remark to the effect that it didn’t appear David was much better than Fred and perhaps this whole idea of a rapprochement wasn’t going to work. Momma Ann left without even getting to the dessert.

David knew he was wrong immediately, and apologized to Mary profusely. She didn’t reject his apology, but didn’t seem much consoled by it, either. All she would say is that she had warned him her mother could be “difficult”, and kept repeating that she didn’t know how we were going to fix it, but that we had to.

Later the next day Mary talked to her mother by phone, then told David that it looked like there was a way to get past this, but it would require something from him which she wasn’t sure he would agree to. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it,” David said without thinking. He just wanted Mary to be happy and for the kids to have their Momma Ann back.

“You’ll have to apologize directly to her,” Mary said with some caution.

“No problem, I’ll call her right now.”

“That’s not all. It will have to be in person, and you will have to perform an ‘Act of Contrition’, as she called it.”

“What does that mean?” he asked truly puzzled.

“I don’t know exactly, she wouldn’t say. But I wouldn’t be surprised if it included a spanking. She spanked my brother till he left home for the Army.”

This brought him up short, but he thought even if it did, how hard could an old woman hit anyway. While he was still pondering these ideas Mary continued, “David, I know there isn’t a reason in the world why you should do this, but I’m begging you. Please, is there is any way you would be willing to do this for me?”

David was no expert on relationships, but he knew enough not to make a woman choose between him and her family, or especially her children’s family. “Yes, dear, I will.”

David called, apologized and agreed to come to her place alone later that day at the time she specified. When he was ready to leave Mary held him, and looking deeply in his eyes said, “I really appreciate you doing this for me, for us. Do whatever she says no matter how strange it may seem and make this right between us. Be brave.”

He stopped and picked up some flowers, and also brought some of the dessert she missed at dinner. When he rang the bell, the door opened but she didn’t step to the opening, rather commanded him to enter from behind the door. He soon saw why. She was dressed in only a slip, though she still had on her heels and hose.

“I have to say that I was a little surprised to hear from you. I thought you would flat out refuse to accept my terms for an apology. This is a good mark in your favor,” she said with a hint of smile.

“Thank you, Momma Ann,” he said, hoping the familiarity would soften Escort Bayan the tone.

“Let’s stop right there. Today, here, for this purpose, you should address me as ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Miss Ann’. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Now let’s get on with it. Say what you have to say.”

“Miss Ann, I am very sorry for my remarks when you were visiting us. I was rude, and I’m very sorry to have offended you. Whenever you visit us I will be happy to make the temperature suit your comfort. I ask for your forgiveness.”

“That’s a good start. I suppose Mary told you that I expected an Act of Contrition.”

“Yes, Ma’am, she did, but she didn’t say what that was.”

“Because I didn’t tell her. You will have submit to a whipping. If you do, all will be forgiven.”

So it was as Mary had suspected. “I will submit to your whipping.”

“Good. We will go down to the basement where I have prepared what we will need.”

As she stood up David could see she wasn’t wearing any panties and got a very quick glimpse of her pussy before averting his eyes, for fear of giving offense.

The basement was a small room that had once been her husband’s shop. In the middle of the room was a heavy looking sawhorse weighted down with bags of sand and with two bags tied across the cross bar.

“Remove all of your clothes. You may place them on this chair.”

He hesitated for just a moment. “Get on with it. I’m a nurse. I assure you that you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”

He hadn’t thought about this part, but Mary had been very explicit when she said to do whatever her mother ordered.

When he was completely naked, trying to cover himself in front of her, she smiled. “Go over to the toilet and empty your bladder and anything else that needs emptying. Sit down, even if you only have to pee. Do it now.”

A toilet and small sink were in the corner of the basement room, but there was no wall around it. Apparently one had been planned at one time since there were studs and framing, but no sheet rock in place. He would be sitting on the toilet in full view.

“I don’t think I need to go,” he said, but the tension and fear was already making his bladder tell him he was lying.

“Go try anyway,” she said. He was able to squeeze a few drops out. And after washing up he returned to face her by the sawhorse.

“Let me explain how this works. I have a sort of ritual for this. If you complete all of it to my satisfaction, all will be forgiven and we can be a nice family. I know Mary would like that. If you fail to complete any part of this, it will be as if you had never even come to my door. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“You must first kneel and ask for punishment, and agree to accept future punishments if I feel your behavior has been unacceptable, to either me or to my daughter, then afterward you will thank me for your punishment and show appreciation. You will be punished until I feel you have learned your lesson. Is that clear so far?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He noticed that the legs of the sawhorse were fitted with those leather buckle cuffs, like they use in hospitals to restrain patients. She noticed his looking at the restraints.

“You will not be restrained unless you ask for it. But there is more. During your punishment you are not to curse, use abusive or threatening language toward me. You may scream and beg for mercy all you wish, though it won’t sway me. In addition you are not to stand up, lift your feet off the ground, or try to block any blows with your hand. For each time you do I will add two additional strokes, to be delivered after I feel your punishment for the original offense is complete. I promise you that you will be in considerable distress by that time. That’s when the extras are applied. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He was still thinking that this couldn’t be so bad, though he was beginning to have some doubts. He recited the language asking for punishment and agreeing to accept more from her if she decided in the future that he deserved it. This bothered him a little, especially since she insisted on making it a solemn oath, but he kept assuring himself that he would simply give no offense and not have to worry.

“Although I would prefer that you take your punishment unrestrained, it will not be held against you if you need to be restrained. And you may ask for restraints at any time during the punishment.”

“I’ll try it without, Ma’am,” he answered promptly.

“Good boy,” she said. She seemed pleased and he was relieved that he might actually be able to meet all of her requirements.

He stepped into position and leaned over the sandbags on the crossbeam. It was rough on his stomach but otherwise the position seemed fairly easy to hold. Then the first blow with the strap came.

SMACK!

He was shocked at how hard she could hit, and at how much it stung.

SMACK!

SMACK!

After a few blows, she came up behind him, grasped his penis to hold Bayan Escort it out of the way while she strapped the part of his butt cheeks that were closest to his package.

SMACK!! “Awwww! DAMN!” as much in surprise as pain.

“That’s two extra,” she said without emotion.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! A rain of strikes across his backside had him grunting and hollering regularly.

Then a couple struck very close together and he jumped up. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” came out of his mouth instantly, but she just said, “Two more, total of four extra.”

She changed to her cane, and these blows burned like fire from the very start.

CRACK! “Ahhhhhh!”

CRACK! “OWWWW!”

CRACK! “Oh God! Please, Miss Ann! Not so hard!” His right foot jerked up.

“You’re up to six extras, David, and we have a very long way to go before you have been punished for the original offense, and then the extras will be applied. Are you sure you don’t want to be restrained?”

He couldn’t have imagined how much more was in store for him, but he knew it would be much worse with extras, and he couldn’t see surviving this without incurring more extras unless he was restrained. He could hear the whimper in his voice, “Please restrain me, Ma’am.”

“Good choice. I’m still glad you tried to take it without.”

The caning went on with struggles against the bonds and the occasional shriek as nerves he thought went numb suddenly felt pain again.

“AHHHHHIIIIEEEEE!! PLEASE, NO MORE! Please Miss Ann, have mercy on me. I can’t take any more, please I can’t go on.” The cane suspended for a moment and he just kept blabbering on, begging pleading, promising.

“David, you certainly can take more. But if you really want me to, I’ll unlock you and you can leave right now,” she said with a calm voice.

“You will?” he asked in disbelief.

“Of course, you’re not a prisoner. Of course it would be a shame to throw away all you’ve been through.” Her implication slowly dawned on him.

He was trapped, as surely as if he were a prisoner. He didn’t want to be the cause of this family’s continuing estrangement, and after all the pain he’d already been through it did seem foolish to have endured it for nothing. Besides, he thought to himself, how much longer can this go on?

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I’ll continue,” he could hear the defeat in his own voice. “Very good,” was all she said before resuming with the cane.

His shrieking resumed and soon tears flowed freely down his face and he was sobbing rhythmically, blubbering incoherently. Eventually his body no longer struggled in its bonds. Some of the blows felt like being burned with a red hot iron, others felt exactly as if a knife had slashed across his skin. He just felt intense pain, but the attempt to avoid it, or withstand it was just gone as if something had broken inside.

Miss Ann noticed it too, and it wasn’t long before the whoosh and crack of the cane stopped.

“There, I believe you have finally learned your lesson. You did very well.” David slumped even more in his bonds, relaxed; it was over, at long last it was over. Internally he felt his spirit returning to something akin to normal.

“We now have only the six extras to dispose of,” she announced matter-of-factly.

“OH NO! Oh please, Miss Ann. Haven’t I suffered enough? Please show some mercy!”

“Now, now, I warned you at the outset how this worked. And I am a woman of my word. It’s only six more. Do it for Mary.” It was obviously a remark designed to manipulate him, and it worked.

As for it “only being six more”, she no doubt knew those six coming after thinking he was through reawakened physical and psychological pain. It was during one of those six that his bladder emptied involuntarily. He could tell it was happening, but it was like his body was under someone else’s control. In an instant he’d been transported back to that completely broken spirit he experienced at the end of caning.

As she was unfastening his restraints she said, “I see we’ve had an accident. Clean it up with this rag and cleanser,” she said gesturing to the side of the whipping horse. He hadn’t noticed them in a small pail strategically handy. He found himself wondering who all had she put in such similar positions and how many times. He made quick work of the puddle which was small thank goodness.

“That’s fine, now kneel down and thank me for punishing you.”

“Thank you for your punishment of my misbehavior, Miss Ann. Thank you for taking the time to correct me. I promise it won’t ever happen again.” He hoped that words like these were what she wanted.

“Leave your clothes off, but bring them upstairs. We’re not quite done. You still must show appreciation for my discipline.”

He gathered his clothes and returned to the living room where he found her sitting on the same sofa as when he first arrived. This time she made no effort to hide her sex and motioned for him to approach her.

“I…I don’t understand, Miss Ann. Escort What about Mary?”

“You know she only wants this to work out between us, no matter what, and this is the ‘what’. Didn’t she tell you to do whatever I said, no matter how strange it seemed? She would have explicitly agreed to this if I insisted, but there was no need to burden her with making that decision consciously. We both know that this is not a threat to your marriage. And I will give her a glowing report on you making everything right between us.”

He didn’t miss her thinly veiled threat that even at this late point he could have endured everything for nothing if he didn’t comply. He glanced down at his penis wondering if it would function while he was in such pain.

“Don’t be silly. I haven’t had interest in or need for a penis since I got pregnant with your wife. Your mouth is all I want, it will do just fine.”

He put his head between her thighs and nuzzled into her sparse bush. She had the same intoxicating fragrance Mary had, or maybe he should be saying Mary had her’s. In any event he was soon lapping and licking her labia and working his way around her clit. He tried to stick his tongue in her vagina, but couldn’t find the opening. He raised his head for a better look and parted her inner lips to see where he was missing it. There was no vaginal opening. Where it should have been there was just a wall of skin with a horizontal crease in the middle.

“That’s right. It isn’t there. Shortly after Mary was born I had a hysterectomy and I told them to go ahead and remove my vagina as well,” she explained.

“But how did…I mean your husband was still alive then…?” He really didn’t know how, or even if he should be asking this question, but frankly he was in shock that a woman would voluntarily choose such a surgery.

“He was naturally disappointed, but I had never been that fond of penetration to begin with. Afterwards I allowed him to pleasure me as you are.”

“And you… him…?” He couldn’t help himself finishing the thought half out loud, struggling to believe that she and her husband still enjoyed some form of intimacy.

“Absolutely not!” she almost sounded offended. “I had no interest in touching it, especially with my mouth!”

“So he just had to take care of things himself?” Sheer shock had numbed his critical thinking at this point, and his curiosity was just blundering ahead.

“He was forbidden to masturbate, but I do believe he cheated. At that time I was just happy if I didn’t have to see it or think about it. I can assure you I would not tolerate it today!” The subject seemed closed.

David resumed eating her and after a while he could tell she was approaching her crest. She pressed her legs in tight around his head, holding him in position. When she came with a loud cry she shot some liquid straight into his mouth. Assuming she and Mary had similar responses he kept gently licking her and she kept having little “aftershocks.” Finally she indicated he should stop by relaxing her thigh’s grip on his head and giving the top of his head a slight push.

The scent of a woman was like Viagra to him, and he had an enormous hard on all during his oral service and it had not gone down. Miss Ann noticed it.

“Since I failed to mention it before, there will be no consequences this time, but I don’t care for that at all,” nodding toward his erection. “In the future we will have to deal with it harshly if it comes up again.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” was all he could think of to say. He was certain he didn’t want to know the details behind that comment, and was still sure that we would never have need of another such encounter.

Before he got dressed she put some salve on his bruised ass, which made it feel a little better. Her touch seemed tender and loving. It was such a contrast, the very hands that had delivered such terrible pain and without mercy, were now easing it somewhat.

“You did very well for a first timer. There are no cuts, so this should heal just fine. Cold compresses for the next 24 to 48 hours, after that warm soaks will help the discoloration pass quicker but you will have tenderness and pain on sitting for about a week. That’s your reminder to correct your behavior,” her voice seemed softer and more loving than he recalled hearing it at any time since they met. “I will tell Mary not to worry, Momma Ann will be in your lives for a long time.”

When he walked in the house something seemed different, quieter. Mary walked into the room wearing her sexiest lingerie.

“Mother called and told me that she was completely satisfied with your apology and Act of Contrition, and she even said that she was wrong about you. You’re nothing like Fred.” Mary was obviously overjoyed with this news. “Did you hear that? She said she was wrong about you; Mother NEVER admits she’s wrong.”

He managed a weak smile and nodded, “That’s nice.” His ass was throbbing in time with his pulse. Her smile faded to concern as she suddenly realized why he wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as she was. “Was it very bad?” she asked.

“It was pretty bad. I’ve never felt anything like that before. But it’s all over now.” He tried to put on a brave face and take in the new situation at the house. “The kids…?”

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